#...they were surprisingly easy today. not sure what i changed to make it work but. hell yeah?

[daz4i]

if this doesn't sum up, like, the entire plot of this game, idk what does

[feinzleclerc]

Challenge | Héctor Fort

summary :: where you participate in the 'guess the weight' video with your boyfriend.

warnings :: none...!

word count :: 1.363 words

notes :: video link here 🔗

I stood in front of the cameras, positioned next to Hector. The marketing team I worked with for the Barcelona squad had decided it would be a good idea to pair me and Hector for a video on the club's channel.

After all, according to them, Hector’s fans and Barcelona supporters were always rooting for a moment of us together on camera, especially if it involved something playful.

— Hi, I’m Hector Fort, and I’m here with my girlfriend to play ‘Guess the Weight' — he introduced the video.

The camera focused on me, so I waved and smiled.

— Today we’re making mac and cheese! So we’ve got pasta, cheese… — I introduced the ingredients. — …and some other stuff I’m a bit lost about.

Hector glanced at me, grinning. — Really? — he asked. I just nodded with a smile.

First up: 40 grams of butter.

— Do you think 40 grams is a lot? — I asked, trying to guess the weight just by holding the cup.

— Forty grams is forty grams! — he replied sarcastically.

— Seriously? — I shot back. — You don’t even know what 40 grams looks like.

I watched Hector, who seemed just as clueless as I was, as he cut a block of butter in half. Meanwhile, I confidently went to check the scale.

— Each line is 20, right? — he asked, joining me. The production team confirmed.

I placed my cup on the scale, and the needle moved to exactly two lines.

— Spot on, 40 grams! — I said with a triumphant smile.

— You’re joking! — he exclaimed. — How?

— I’m just good at everything. — I teased, winking at him. — Your turn!

— I think I’ve got less. — he said, placing his cup on the scale.

Sure enough, the scale read 36 grams. — It’s because I cut the butter. — he explained.

— It’s fine, Hector, it’s fine. — I teased, giving him three light taps on his arm before moving on to the next round.

Second round: 30 grams of flour.

I started scooping flour into my cup, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Hector looking completely lost, holding the butter cup to compare weights.

— Are you crazy? — I asked, noticing the ridiculous amount of flour in his cup.

— Why, my love?

I didn’t say anything, just placed my cup next to his. The difference was glaringly obvious.

— No! No! No! I put in too much, didn’t I?

He started removing some flour, smiling nervously. When he weighed it, the scale read 20 grams.

— You’re terrible! — I said with a grin as he gave me a disappointed look.

— If you’re so good, let’s see yours.

I placed my cup on the scale, and it also read 20 grams.

— You’re just as bad as me, cariño!

— You somehow manage to be worse, trust me. — I said with a mischievous smile.

He quickly changed the subject, focusing on the tie for that round.

Third round: 400 ml of milk.

— This one’s going to be tough for me. — I whispered.

— It’s still easy for me.— he replied confidently.

I held the pasta container to get a sense of weight, and Hector decided to tease me back.

— Looking lost, cariño, or am I wrong?

— You’re definitely wrong. The problem is this is heavy, so it’s tricky.

— I’ll give you the honor of going first.

I ended up with a surprisingly low number—200 ml. I quickly removed my cup, trying to keep Hector from seeing the result, and added more milk.

— Hey, stop that! — he protested. — She did 200!

— 200? — someone from production asked for confirmation.

— Yes!

With a victorious grin, he stuck out his tongue at me and started measuring his own.

— That’s not 400! — I said.

— But it’s 370! — he said, his grin growing wider.

— Okay, let’s see. — I placed my cup back on the scale.

— No! You already measured.

I waited, and the scale remained at 370. This led to more teasing from him about how I couldn’t even beat him when I was “cheating.”

— This round is mine!

Next up: 150 grams of cheddar cheese.

— Is 150 a lot or a little? — It was his turn to ask a “silly” question.

— I have no idea! — I said as I placed a spoonful of cheese in my cup.

— Well, I think this is it! — he said, lifting his cup confidently.

How could he? He barely added three spoonfuls of cheese before going straight to the scale. I didn’t say anything and let him proceed.

— You’ve got to be kidding me! — he exclaimed.

I glanced at the scale and understood his shock.

— I got 50! — he said, making me laugh uncontrollably. — Stop laughing.

— That was ridiculous!

— Let’s see you, then!

I smiled confidently as I placed my cup on the scale. It didn’t reach 150 grams, barely 100. Had I really done worse than Hector?

— I got 40, cariño! — I said with a disappointed smile, as he celebrated next to me.

— Alright, point to Hector! — I said, pretending to be upset.

Next up: 180 grams of Parmesan cheese.

I watched as Hector poured the Parmesan straight from the container into his cup. — Use a spoon, Hector!

— I don’t need one! This time, I’ll be spot on.

— Alright, then! — I said, smiling slightly.

When I was done, I set the container aside and checked the scale. The result wasn’t as expected. I had exactly 100 grams.

— No! No! — I ran my hands through my hair.

— Nice try, cariño!

— You probably got the same amount. — I said, eyeing his cup, which looked about the same.

It was close, but not quite a tie—he had 95 grams.

— Let’s call it 100 for both. — he suggested.

— No! You got 95! — I pointed to the scale’s line.

— Trying to cheat?

Despite Hector’s attempts to claim a tie, he failed. This round was mine.

Final round: 150 grams of pasta.

This was probably the easiest round to measure. We simply poured the pasta into our cups, waiting for each other to finish.

Hector went first and ended up with 200 grams. — Ole… 200! — I booed him.

— She won… she put less than me. — he said grudgingly.

I held my cup close to my face as if sniffing it.

— Can you smell that? The scent of victory.

— In the last round, we tied, but you cheated. That was dirty! — he tried to argue.

— Can you smell the victory? — I teased, ignoring him and pointing the cup toward him.

— No! No! You cheated! — he insisted. — Come on, put the cup on the scale.

Victory was certain, 150 grams of pasta, just as required.

— I’m the winner, right?

— We need to recount the scores.

— I guessed two right, and you guessed one. The rest were basically ties! — I told him.

— I don’t remember that. — he said, pouting like a child.

Final score: Hector Fort 3 vs. (your full name) 4.

— They’ll recount, and you’ll see this win wasn’t fair.

— We’ll see, Hector. We’ll see!

After a few more protests from him, we stood in front of the camera again as he closed out the video.

— CUT!

The production team called out, turning off the cameras.

— It was nice competing with you, but winning was even better!

I gave him a quick kiss on the lips before heading back to work.

— Stop your teasing, it was all rigged! — he called out loud enough for me to hear.

[ceyanabbiolo]

PHOTOGRAPH // M.S [14]

Summary: Daphne Denoire, a 21-year-old, returns to Boston after 3 years—but working for her brother’s best friend, Matthew Sturniolo, wasn’t part of the plan. He’s a 26-year-old multimillionaire. She’s the girl he was never supposed to feel this way about. With secrets between them and boundaries set, how far will they go for a love they never saw coming?

Warnings: making out, slight fighting

wc: 4100

Chapter 14: Chill, Man. I’m…Taking a Shit

December had passed in a blur—busy, hectic, but surprisingly fun. Matt had been constantly tied up with shoots, which meant I was usually busy too. Our schedules were chaotic, but somehow it worked.

Right now, though, I wasn’t holding a camera or helping Matt pick wardrobe. I was sitting across from a woman in her mid-forties with kind eyes and silver and brown-streaked hair—Dr Martinez, my new therapist.

After weeks of Matt gently urging (and by gently, I mean consistently bringing it up every other day), I finally caved and let him schedule a few sessions. I didn’t think I’d actually go through with it, but here I was—an hour in and still talking.

“I feel like I’ve gotten to know you pretty well in just one session, Daphne,” Dr. Martinez said with a warm smile, glancing at the clock as we neared the end. 

I gave a soft shrug. “I had a lot to say.”  

She nodded thoughtfully. “You’ve mentioned a lot today…your past, your parents, the trauma, your fears. But I noticed something interesting.”

My brows lifted slightly. “What?”

“Any time you talked about Matt, your tone changed. There was this… calmness. A softness.”

I felt my face warm and looked down at my hands.

“He seems important to you,” she continued gently. “Do you feel safe with him?”

I nodded slowly. “Yeah. I do.”

She leaned back in her chair. “That’s good. Safety is the foundation for healing. And having someone you trust—that can make a world of difference.”

I looked out the window for a second, thinking.

“He helped me a lot,” I said softly, eyes still on the folded tissue in my lap. “He’s the one who suggested I come here.”

Dr. Martinez offered a knowing smile, her tone gentle but steady. “I know. He actually reached out personally and asked if I’d consider taking you on.”

My eyes lifted slightly in surprise, even though I already knew that information. 

“He was a client of mine years ago,” she continued. “Much younger than. Different kind of weight on his shoulders, but I remember how guarded he was in the beginning. Very few people let me in the way he eventually did.”

That stirred something in my chest—some kind of quiet understanding. Matt had always seemed like someone who carried things quietly. To be honest, when he told me he used to have anxiety, I was shocked; I didn’t even know. 

“He wanted to make sure you’d be with someone he trusted,” she added.

My throat tightened a little, but I nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“I can see why he trusted you,” I murmured.

Dr. Martinez smiled again and checked the clock. “We’re just about out of time for today, but I’d like to see you again next week, same time if that works.”

I stood slowly, grabbing my coat. “Yeah. That works.”

As I reached the door, her voice followed me, warm, reassuring. “You’re doing well, Daphne. Coming here, opening up… It’s not easy. But it’s brave. I’ll see you soon.”

I nodded. “Thank you.”

I stepped outside into the cold December air, zipping up my jacket and tucking my hands into my sleeves. The city felt louder after the stillness of Dr. Martinez’s office. 

I reached the sidewalk and paused.

Matt’s car was parked right across the street, just like he said it would be. He was leaning against the hood, arms crossed, wearing his usual hoodie and dark coat. His eyes found mine instantly, and even from a distance, I could see the question in them—You okay?

I crossed the street slowly, feeling the wind brush against my cheeks. He straightened up as I approached, opening the passenger door for me.

“How’d it go?” he asked, voice quiet, careful as he pecked my lips. 

I hesitated, then nodded. “It was… good.”

He gave a small smile, not pushing further. “Good”

I smiled faintly and slid into the seat. Once he got in and started the car, the warmth from the vents hit instantly, and I relaxed into it. We drove in silence for a few blocks, the city slowly moving past our windows. But it wasn’t uncomfortable.

​​I glanced over at Matt as we waited at a red light, the soft hum of the heater filling the silence. His hand was still in mine, thumb gently brushing over my knuckles like it was second nature now.

“What are your Christmas plans?” I asked softly.

It was Christmad Eve today, and the holidays were fully in swing.

He exhaled through his nose, his eyes still fixed on the road ahead. “I’m required to be at Chris’s house this year.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Required?”

He gave a dry chuckle. “Yeah. Apparently, his arranged fiancée’s family wants us all to celebrate together.”

I tilted my head. “That’s kind of cute though…”

Matt glanced at me with a skeptical look. “Cute?”

I smiled. “Yeah. I mean… it sounds like they’re trying. That’s sweet, right?”

He shrugged, one hand lifting off the wheel to rub the back of his neck. “I think they’re warming up to each other. Caught him being all soft with her the other morning—called her ‘Ma’.”

I blinked. “He called her Ma?”

Matt nodded with a small smirk. “Yeah. Like it just slipped out. He tried to brush it off like it was nothing.”

I raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at my lips. “That doesn’t sound like him.”

“I know,” Matt said, chuckling. “That’s why it was so weird. He caught me watching and was like, ‘what?’ all defensive. I didn’t even say anything. Man was flustered.” 

I laughed, picturing Chris—cold, serious Chris—accidentally letting a soft moment slip. “Sounds like he’s catching feelings.”

Matt gave a thoughtful nod. “Maybe. Or maybe he’s just trying to convince himself it’s real. Either way, I’ve never seen him look at anyone like that.”

I smiled at the thought of Chris being soft with someone, but the warmth faded quickly as my mind started to spiral again. Before I could dwell too long, I spoke up.

“Anyway… Noah’s back tonight.”

Matt nodded without looking over. “Yeah, I know. He texted me earlier.”

I turned my head toward him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “You should stay until he gets home. I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.”

He glanced at me briefly, his tone gentle. “I can... if you want me to.”

“I do,” I said softly.

There was a beat of silence before he added, casually—too casually, like he was trying not to make a big deal out of it, “I feel like we should tell him tonight.”

I blinked. “Tell him what?”

“That we’re together,” he said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

My stomach flipped. “No!” I nearly shrieked, whipping my head toward him.

Matt jerked slightly, one hand still steady on the wheel as his brows shot up in alarm. “Whoa,” he said, stealing a glance at me. “I was just suggesting.”

I groaned, pressing a hand to my forehead. “Sorry—it’s just… now is not the time.”

Matt’s lips pressed together, a bit of irritation flickering behind his eyes. “Okay, but when is the time?” he asked as we pulled up to a red light. “Because from where I’m sitting, there’s never going to be a good one. He’s your brother. He’s always gonna freak out.”

I didn’t answer right away. My hands fidgeted in my lap as I stared out the windshield. The light hadn’t changed, but my thoughts were racing.

“I don’t know…” I said finally, my voice small.

Matt exhaled hard through his nose, leaning his elbow against the window and dragging a hand down his jaw. “Sweetheart,” he said, voice lower now, more serious, “you know I’m not trying to cause problems. But hiding us like this... it doesn’t feel right. It feels worse.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, heart picking up. “Matt, you know Noah. You know how he sees you…”

His head turned slightly. His brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

I instantly regretted saying anything. “I… it’s nothing. Forget I said that.”

“No.” His voice was firmer now. “Don’t do that. What did you mean? What does he think of me?”

I hesitated, fiddling with the sleeve of my coat. “Matt…”

“Tell me, Daphne,” he said again, this time quieter but more tense. “What does he think of me?”

My shoulders slumped a bit. I didn’t want to lie, but I didn’t want to hurt him either. “He’s your best friend, Matt. He knows you really well… how you were with girls before. He’s just... protective of me.”

Matt turned fully now, eyes narrowing slightly. “So what—you think he believes i’d be messing around? He’s messed around just as much as me ”

I didn’t answer right away.

The silence was enough.

Matt shook his head, laughing once under his breath without humor. “Unbelievable.”

“He’s not entirely wrong to worry,” I said carefully. “You had… a reputation. Before me.”

“And I’ve done everything to show you I’m not that guy anymore,” Matt said, clearly frustrated now. “Do you think I’m messing around?”

“No!” I said quickly, meeting his eyes. “No, Matt. I trust you. But Noah—he’s not just going to take our word for it. He’s going to assume things, and I’m scared he’s going to push you away, or me away. Or both.”

Matt’s jaw clenched, his hands tightening on the wheel. “I’ve never lied to him. I’ve never hurt you.”

“I know,” I whispered. “I know that. But it’s not about what you’ve done—it’s about how scared Noah is that someone else will break me again.”

Matt stayed quiet, the weight of my words settling over him like wet concrete. After a long pause, he spoke again, this time softer.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. “I’m not perfect, but I wouldn’t add to your pain.”

My chest ached hearing him say it. I reached out, touching his arm gently. “I know, Matt… I just need a little more time.”

He nodded slowly, eyes on the road again. “Okay,” he said. “I’ll wait. But I want this—us—to be real out loud. Not just in secret.”

I gave his arm a light squeeze, then leaned my head against the window. My heart was heavy with guilt and gratitude all at once.

I really did not mean to offend him.

“Welcome home!” I grinned, pulling Noah into a hug the second he stepped through the door.

“Hey, Daph,” he said, wrapping one arm around me in return, his voice tired but warm.

He dropped his suitcase by the front entrance with a soft thud, stretching his neck out before heading toward the living room.

That’s when he saw Matt.

“No way—my brother,” Noah said with a grin as he approached him.

Matt stood, mirroring the smile. “What’s good, man?”

They clasped hands and pulled each other into that typical half-hug—firm back slap included. It was the kind of greeting you only see between guys who’ve known each other since years of friendship compacted into one smooth motion. You could tell there was real love in it. 

“Been a minute,” Matt said, giving him a nod.

“Too long,” Noah replied, still grinning. “You’ve been holding down Boston without me?”

Matt smirked. “Barely. It’s quieter without your mouth around.”

They both laughed, easing into the familiar rhythm like no time had passed. I watched from the side, my stomach Noah leaned back on the couch, still chewing on a fry, his gaze flicking around the room like he was genuinely impressed.

“By the way, Daph,” he said, wiping his hands on a napkin. “I like what you did with the place.”

I grinned, gesturing proudly to the twinkling garlands and the tree lit up in the corner. “All thanks to me and Pinterest.”

He let out a low chuckle. “Looks cozy. Real festive.”

A moment passed as he reached for his drink, then glanced over at Matt.

“You’re still heading to Chris’s tomorrow, right?”

Matt nodded casually. “Yup. Required family bonding and all that.”

I let out a involuntary snort, and Noah raised an eyebrow, but didn’t press further. Instead, he looked between the two of us a little too long.

I saw Matt give me a small smile. 

“So… how’ve you guys been?” he asked, tone light, but the way he said it made my spine straighten. It wasn’t accusatory, but something about the way his eyes lingered made me tense.

Matt shifting slightly. “We’ve been good. Work’s been… busy.”

“Yeah,” I added quickly, sitting up straighter. “A lot of editing on my end lately.”

Noah blinked like he hadn’t noticed our reactions. “I was just asking,” he said with a lazy shrug. “Didn’t mean to sound like a dad checking in on your report cards.”

Matt let out a short breath, subtly relaxing. “Nah, man. Everything’s solid.”

I nodded too, trying not to look suspicious. But the glance Matt and I shared said enough—we were both nervous wrecks pretending to be calm.

“How’s school been?” I asked, hoping to steer the conversation somewhere safer.

Noah let out a dramatic groan, sinking further into the couch. “Brutal,” he said. “I swear, if I have to memorize one more type of jurisdiction, my brain’s going to short-circuit.”

I laughed. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s always true,” he muttered, taking another bite of his burger. “ I had to write a paper comparing subject-matter jurisdiction to personal jurisdiction—why are there so many kinds of jurisdiction?”

Matt chuckled. “Sounds like a you problem, Mr. lawyer.”

“Easy for you to say,” Noah replied, pointing a fry at him. “You’re not the one crying over case law at 3 AM.”

“Still chose it though,” I teased.

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Just remind me to never take another winter course again. Being home is the only thing keeping me sane right now.”

I shrugged playfully. “Well, thank goodness this is your last year. Soon you’ll officially be Harvey Specter, and I’ll be your Mike Ross.”

Matt let out a soft chuckle while Noah gave me a look, clearly trying not to smile.

“For the hundredth time, Daphne,” he said, shaking his head, “I’m not hiring you without a law degree.”

“Rude,” I said with mock offense. “So much for my dreams.”

He smirked. “Sorry, ethics come first.”

I stuck my tongue out at him as he grabbed another fry. “Anyway… still gotta make it through finals and pass the bar. That’s when the real stress begins.”

Matt leaned back into the couch beside me. “You’ll pass. You’re one of the most disciplined people I know.”

Noah raised an eyebrow, grinning. “Did you just call me obedient?”

He wiggled his brows at Matt, who casually blew him a kiss across the room.

I stared at them in utter disbelief, my jaw half-dropped.

Noah burst into laughter at my expression. “You seem jealous, Daph?”

“Disgusted actually” I crossed my arms. “Why would I be jealous of two fully grown, supposedly straight men shamelessly flirting with each other?”

Matt smirked. “Because you’re not getting any of the attention, obviously.”

“Oh please,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “If I wanted attention, I wouldn’t be sitting here watching this bromantic comedy unfold.”

Noah leaned back with a smug smile. “Just admit it—you can’t handle our chemistry.”

I groaned. “I need a new brother…and boss.”

I lay sprawled on my bed, the distant sound of Matt and Noah still laughing and messing around in the living room echoing faintly through the walls. They’d been at it for nearly three hours now, and it was pushing close to midnight.

I turned onto my side, scrolling aimlessly through my phone to pass the time. My thumb paused over the photo album. A small smile tugged at my lips.

There was one of us at that old-school diner, both grinning like idiots over milkshakes. Another where we were holding hands under the table, only our intertwined fingers in focus. One he’d secretly taken of me in LA—sunlight spilling through the window, catching my messy hair and sleepy smile. There were a few random selfies, kissing each other’s cheeks, our faces squished together like goofs. 

And then, the one that made my chest warm: a shot he had taken on my phone, of me cuddled into him, half-asleep, smiling in that lazy, content way I only ever did around him. His arm was around me, protective and loose, and even though I wasn’t looking at the camera, the happiness was clear on my face.

I stared at that one for a while, thumb hovering over the screen, heart aching in the softest way.

Gosh, when did this boy start meaning so much to me?

I sighed, locking my phone and tossing it on the nightstand. The laughter outside had died down a little.

A part of me wanted to call him in here. Just to talk. Just to have him near again. Instead, I tossed the blanket off and padded toward the bathroom, grabbing my toothbrush from the cup by the sink. The cold tile met my bare feet as I began brushing my teeth, half-lost in thought, still a little warm from the memories sitting in my phone.

Just as I leaned down to rinse, the door creaked open.

I turned, toothbrush still in hand, and found Matt slipping inside, shutting the door behind him with that trademark smirk playing on his lips.

“Seriously?” I whispered through a mouthful of toothpaste. “What if Noah catches you in here?”

Matt just shrugged, unbothered, and reached behind him to quietly click the lock shut. “Guess we’ll just have to be real quiet then,” he murmured with a grin, stepping closer.

I rolled my eyes, rinsing quickly. “You’re ridiculous.”

He leaned against the counter, watching me with that boyish smile that made my stomach flutter. “You missed me. Don’t lie.”

I gave him a look through the mirror, dabbing my face with a towel. “I saw you like, two hours ago.”

“That’s a long time,” he teased, slipping his arms around my waist from behind and resting his chin on my shoulder.

I finished rinsing my mouth and used a towel to wipe. 

“You’re impossible,” I muttered, though I didn’t pull away. I felt his warmth through the fabric of my shirt, his breath brushing against my skin.

He turned his head, pressing a soft kiss just under my ear. “I missed you,” he said again, but softer this time. Sincere.

I sighed, a small smile tugging at my lips despite myself. “Same to be honest.”

Matt chuckled, turning me gently around to face him. “I think I’m starting to understand just how lucky I am,” he said, brushing a piece of hair behind my ear.

I looked up at him, heart thudding, our bodies close in the cramped bathroom space. His fingers traced slow, delicate circles along my waist.

“Matt…” I warned, half teasing, half breathless.

“Yeah?” he murmured, leaning in just enough that our noses brushed.

“I swear if Noah comes knocking—”

“I’ll hide in the shower,” he whispered, grinning against my lips.

I giggled, finally leaning in the rest of the way to kiss him—slow, warm, and full of something I wasn’t entirely ready to name yet. But whatever it was…it felt like home.

Matt’s lips moved against mine with growing urgency, his hands slipping under the hem of my shirt to rest on my hips. I melted into him, arms wrapped around his neck, my back pressing lightly into the counter. The bathroom was dimly lit, our breathing the only sound between soft kisses.

“Sweetheart…” Matt murmured between kisses, voice low and husky. His lips brushed down my jaw, then back to my mouth, deeper this time—slow and intoxicating. My fingers tangled in the fabric of his hoodie, and I couldn’t help the quiet noise that slipped from my throat.

Then—

BANG. BANG. BANG.

“Matt?” Noah’s voice came from just outside the door. “What are you doing, man? You said you were just using the bathroom—did you fall in or something?”

I practically jumped, smacking Matt’s chest in panic as I pulled away, breathless. “Oh my god,” I whispered sharply, wide-eyed.

Matt blinked, lips red and chest rising. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath, already moving toward the door.

I grabbed his sleeve. “Don’t open it yet—he’ll see me,” I hissed.

Matt grinned, clearly still high on the moment, but nodded. “Seems like youre the one who needs to hide in the shower”

“Matt?” Noah called again, louder now. “You good?”

“Yeah!” Matt shouted back, forcing a casual tone. “Chill, man. I’m… taking a shit.”

I looked at him, incredulous. Taking a shit? Really? 

Noah scoffed through the door. “Of course you are? That burger digested quick.”

Matt turned to me with a shrug and mouthed, he’s suspicious.

I mouthed back, because you’re being sketchy!

“Matt!” Noah called out again, this time closer. “Have you seen my sister?”

Matt’s grip on my waist tightened. His body was still between me and the door, and I watched the flicker of panic in his eyes before he called back—

“No!” he shouted. “I haven’t seen her!”

I smacked his chest silently, mouthing seriously?

Matt cleared his throat and added, “Maybe she went for a walk or something. She was talking about it earlier.”

I stared at him with wide eyes like he’d just handed us both a death sentence.

“A walk?” Noah’s voice was now right outside the bathroom door. “Why the hell would she go for a walk at midnight, Matt? That doesn’t sound like her.”

Shit.

Matt winced, trying to come up with something else. I heard Noah curse under his breath. “I’m calling her.”

My blood ran cold.

I frantically dug into the pocket of my pajama shorts, yanking out my phone and silencing it just as the screen lit up with Noah Incoming Call.

I held it up to Matt, wide-eyed, breathing through my nose like I was in a spy movie.

Matt bit down a laugh, barely holding it in, whispering, “You’re literally gonna get us killed.”

The phone buzzed silently in my hand, over and over. I watched Noah’s shadow shift under the door.

“Why isn’t she picking up?” he muttered to himself, his voice low but too close. I could hear the frown in his tone. “Matt?”

Matt turned toward the door. “Yo, man. I’m—still in the bathroom. Can we not have a conversation while I’m in here? Kind of in the middle of something.”

I smacked his chest again, mouthing you’re so dead.

Noah sighed, frustrated. “I’m gonna go check outside.”

Matt turned to me as we both exhaled like we’d just been defusing a bomb.

We heard Noah’s footsteps move away from the door, and Matt pressed his forehead to mine, still trying not to laugh. “Sweetheart, I swear… we’re this close to getting murdered.”

I whispered back, “We need to never do this again.”

He grinned, brushing his lips over mine again. “Until next time?”

I gave him a narrow-eyed look but couldn’t stop the smile creeping onto my lips. “You’re insane.”

Then he slowly opened the bathroom door—checking that the coast was clear—before slipping out, and I followed a second later, heartbeat thundering in my chest. 

I slipped quietly back into my room, heart still racing as I closed the door behind me. A second later, I heard Matt’s footsteps pad softly toward the living room.

He peeked out to make sure Noah was really gone, and when he was sure the coast was clear, he came back to my room, pushing the door open just enough to step in.

“Looks like he actually went outside to look for you,” he said under his breath, then leaned in and gave me a quick kiss. His lips were warm and fimilar. 

“I’m gonna head out now,” he said quietly. “Before he comes back and catches me crawling out of your room like a criminal.”

I nodded, trying not to smile as he pulled the door closed behind him again, but he paused.

“I’ll text him and say you came back while he was gone.”

I nodded again, a soft warmth settling over me. “Okay. Drive safe.” 

Matt leaned in one more time, placing a chase kiss on my lips, his voice low and tender. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight,” I whispered, and with one last glance, he slipped away, leaving the faintest smell of his cologne behind—just enough to make me miss him already.

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learning to drive | charles leclerc

paring: charles leclerc x reader summary: Charles decides it's time to teach you how to drive, leading to playful teasing, a heartwarming day filled with laughter, and ove author's note: none, just my request are open

Ever since I casually mentioned over dinner that I’d never learned to drive, Charles has been on a mission to poke fun at me whenever he gets the chance.

“Babe, how do you plan on surviving in Monaco without driving? The buses are not exactly your style,” he’d tease, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

“I survive just fine with you as my chauffeur,” I always shot back, rolling my eyes but secretly loving the attention.

But today, he was determined to change that.

We were sitting at home, the sunlight streaming through the windows, when he suddenly jumped off the couch with a burst of energy.

“Alright, that’s it. We’re fixing this today,” Charles announced, grabbing his car keys.

“What? Fixing what?” I asked, confused but also slightly amused.

“Your inability to drive,” he said, flashing that cheeky grin I couldn’t resist.

“Oh no, Charles, I don’t think—”

Before I could protest, he grabbed my hand and dragged me out the door. Next thing I knew, I was sitting in the driver’s seat of his fancy sports car, feeling both excited and terrified. The leather seats smelled brand new, and everything about the car screamed speed, wealth, and Charles.

“I can’t believe I’m letting you teach me how to drive in this car,” I muttered, gripping the steering wheel.

“Relax, it’s just a car,” he said casually, sliding into the passenger seat with a smirk. “Besides, I trust you.”

His words should’ve been comforting, but when the car was worth more than an apartment in Monaco, that trust felt like a lot of pressure.

“Okay,” he started, hands gesturing to the pedals, “this is the accelerator, this is the brake. You’ve seen me do it a thousand times.”

“I know how cars work, Charles,” I retorted, giving him a playful glare. “I’m just... not sure I want to wreck this one.”

“Good, good, just checking,” he smirked. “Now, gently press on the gas…”

I did as he said, and the car jerked forward slightly. I could hear him stifling a laugh next to me.

“Smooth,” he teased. “Real smooth.”

I glared at him. “This is harder than it looks!”

“Babe, you’re driving at like, 2 km/h. We’re gonna be here all day at this rate,” he said, his tone playful.

“Do you want to walk home?” I shot back, trying to focus on keeping the car steady.

He chuckled. “Alright, alright. Let’s take it easy. You’re doing great. We’ll get you to 10 km/h in no time.”

I hesitantly pressed the accelerator, and the car jolted forward—too quickly for my liking. Charles stifled a laugh beside me, covering his mouth with his hand.

“Oh my God, don’t laugh!” I groaned, feeling heat rush to my cheeks.

“I’m not laughing, I swear!” he said, clearly lying but trying to hold it together. “You’re doing great.”

We crept forward at a snail’s pace, Charles offering pointers every few minutes. But it didn’t take long for him to start making jokes again.

“Maybe we should install a ‘Learner Driver’ sign on the back,” he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

He grinned and leaned back in his seat, clearly enjoying this way too much.

“You know, for someone who’s never driven before, you’re doing surprisingly well. Maybe you’re a natural. Leclerc blood rubbing off on you.”

I couldn’t help the smile that crept onto my face. Maybe I was doing okay after all.

“Okay, let’s try turning,” he said, gesturing toward the wheel. “You can turn, right?”

“Oh, shut up,” I laughed, gripping the wheel a little too tightly as I made the slowest turn in history.

“Wow, look at that! You’re a natural!” he said, clapping his hands in mock celebration. “Next stop: the Monaco Grand Prix.”

After a few laps around the parking lot, Charles leaned over, his voice softer now. “Alright, ready for a challenge?”

I raised an eyebrow. “What kind of challenge?”

“Parking,” he said, pointing to an empty spot nearby. “Right there. Show me what you’ve got.”

I glanced at the spot. It looked impossibly small, though I knew it wasn’t. I shot him a skeptical look.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“It’s the perfect idea,” he said with a wink. “And if you nail it, I’ll buy you whatever dessert you want tonight.”

“Oh, now you’re bribing me,” I muttered, rolling my eyes. But I couldn’t deny the extra motivation it gave me.

“Alright,” I said, taking a deep breath. “I’ve got this.”

Slowly, I started to pull into the spot. The car edged forward, my hands gripping the wheel tightly, my eyes focused on the lines. And then… the car stopped.

“You stalled it,” he said, his voice barely containing his amusement.

“I know!” I groaned, slumping in my seat as he burst into laughter.

“Hey, don’t worry. Even F1 drivers stall sometimes,” he said between chuckles. “But, uh, maybe not in parking lots.”

I shot him a look. “You’re the worst teacher ever.”

“But the best driver you know,” he winked, before giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.

“You were so close!” Charles exclaimed, laughing. “Come on, you’ve got this.”

I groaned, slumping back in my seat. “I’m never going to be good at this.”

He reached over, placing a hand on mine.

“Hey, you’re doing amazing. This is your first time. Do you know how many parking tickets I got when I was learning? My mom was not happy.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the image of a younger Charles struggling with parking, despite now being one of the best drivers in the world. “Really?”

“Oh yeah. She threatened to stop letting me borrow her car if I didn’t learn to park properly,” he chuckled.

That gave me a bit more confidence. I took a deep breath and tried again, this time managing to park the car (sort of) successfully. It wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t terrible either.

Charles grinned proudly. “There you go. I knew you had it in you.”

“Yeah, yeah, Mr. F1 driver,” I said, rolling my eyes but smiling.

He laughed and leaned over to kiss my cheek. “Next time, we’ll take you out on the road.”

My eyes widened. “You’re joking, right?”

“Nope,” he said with a grin. “But don’t worry, I’ll be right here the whole time, making fun of you.”

I laughed, feeling a mixture of excitement and terror at the idea of driving on actual streets. But with Charles by my side, I figured I might just survive.

As we sat in the car, a comfortable silence settled between us. My thoughts drifted back to when Charles had just started in Formula 1. I remember how nervous he was before his first race in Australia. He tried to hide it, but I could see right through him.

“I was so scared back then,” he admitted, reading my mind. “I was terrified I’d mess it up.”

“But you didn’t,” I said, smiling softly at him. “You were incredible.”

“I had you there,” he said, glancing over at me. “That helped.”

I blushed slightly, remembering how I’d stayed up with him the night before his first race, talking about anything and everything to calm his nerves. We talked about his childhood, how he used to race go-karts with his dad, and how much it meant to him to follow in Jules Bianchi’s footsteps.

“Do you ever miss those days?” I asked, curious.

“Sometimes,” he said, nodding. “Things were simpler then. Less pressure. But I wouldn’t trade where I am now for anything.”

“Not even for fewer teasing moments like this?” I joked.

He laughed, shaking his head. “Not even for that.”

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I LIKE THE WAY YOU KISS ME | Tyler Durden x fem!reader

Summary: you find Tyler in the most unexpected place, your cousin's wedding. Of course, with him there things couldn't be easy. Warning: nothing besides smut, don't read it if you are a minor. A/N: English is not my first language, sorry if there are mistakes and thanks for reading! Words: 1.9k

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After dating Tyler for over eight months, your cousin’s wedding seems like the perfect occasion to introduce him to your family. They know you are seeing someone but they have no idea of what kind of person he is. It is not like he is the worst human being in the world, but he is kind of weird. You are not quite sure about how your grandmother is going to take it when she meets him. Perhaps she finds him charming, when it comes to Tyler you never know what to expect.

“That day I have to work, I can’t go,” says Tyler when you suggest him to be your plus one at the wedding.

It is okay, not the end of the world. Usually, he works at night. Sometimes at the local cinema, other times as a waiter. There are nights when you are almost certain that he is not working at all, nevertheless you don’t want to ask where he is or what he does. It is none of your business. All you know is that he comes home covered in bruises.

So you decide to end the conversation before he starts rambling for minutes or even hours about how weddings are social constructs imposed by today’s society and bla bla bla. You don’t feel like you have the mental strength to listen for who knows how long to another one of his speeches. According to Tyler, they won’t even last two years married and then they will have to pay again to get divorced. You know that it doesn’t have to be that way but he has his ideas and you are not going to be able to change his mind. 

-

The wedding turns out to be beautiful. You even get emotional and cry a bit during the ceremony. After all, your cousin and you have grown up together - almost like siblings - so seeing him marrying the person he loves so much, with the intention to spend the rest of their lives together moves you deeply inside. 

It is celebrated outdoors, in a lovely place. The restaurant is surrounded by beautiful gardens and a pond in the center. There are fishes and turtles swimming as if nothing is happening around, oblivious to the atmosphere of celebration and happiness that surrounds them. As night falls, the place is lit with small lights scattered among the vegetation, it looks like a setting straight out of a fairy scenery. 

Surprisingly, you are having a great time as you laugh with your family and friends. After a couple of glasses of wine you feel relaxed, a smile plastered on your face and your cheeks in a lovely rosy color. 

As the food is brought to the table, something catches your attention. Or rather someone.

Even though it is dark already and all the waiters are dressed in the same white and black uniform, Tyler is quite unmistakable. You stare at him dumbfounded for a moment, then he glances in your direction and smiles as if he were the devil himself before disappearing with an empty tray.

Finding him here is the last thing you expect. It is as if the universe is conspiring against you, or working in your favor so that your paths cross. Still, something makes you uncomfortable. A pang of nerves make themselves present in your stomach as you look at the soup in front of you. It is kind of creamy but you haven’t tried it yet, you just stir it with the spoon.

Everyone around is eating it, saying that it is really good but all you can think about is Tyler. At this point you know him too well to not trust it. He hasn’t smiled at you that way because he was excited to see you, he has done something to the soup. You have no proof but no doubts either. It is not the first time he does this sort of thing.

So you get up from the table and excuse yourself, going to the back of the old building on one side of the gardens, looking for the restroom. It is dark and far enough so nobody can see you from the tables. Without entering the building, you pace back and forth for several minutes until a figure dressed in white appears from behind the bushes and wraps his arms around you, lifting you off the ground.

“Tyler, put me back down! You’re going to ruin my dress…” 

He pulls you closer before setting you down. When your heels touch solid ground again you give him a little push and grab the lapel of his jacket to pull him towards you. Your lips meet in a hungry kiss and his hands rest on your waist. A soft moan scapes your mouth.

"I like the way you kiss me, I can tell you've missed me," he whispers when you break the kiss looking for some air.

You make a tiny affirmative noise and stare at him with your big eyes, changing your expression to a serious one. “And I can tell you’ve done something to the soup, am I wrong?”

Tyler bits his lip playfully and nods, amused. You punch him in the chest again.

“You’re disgusting!” you shout at him through an angry whisper. “My grandmother is eating that soup, you know? And my mother. And my whole family. What have you put in it?”

“Have you tried it?” he asks with a raised eyebrow. You shake your head. After a pause he adds, “then it’s better if you don’t know.”

“Tyler…”

“Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

"Disgusting!"

It makes Tyler laugh in that way of his, like a maniac. And before you can control it, you're laughing too.

Eventually, your laughter fades away and it is replaced by a dark glint in Tyler’s eyes. He looks so handsome tonight. Without hesitation, you reach to grab the back of his neck to pull him closer to you once again, pressing your lips together. Instantly, his lips and yours seem to find the perfect rhythm. That is all that exists until you feel the wall behind you give way.

He grabs you so you don’t end up on the floor. It wasn’t a wall, you realize, it was the restroom door and it was him who opened it without you noticing during the kiss. With a quick glance around you notice that the bathroom is quite big and clean enough, so you relax. Also, it is far away from the guests. You hope they are all too busy eating or too lazy to want to cross the entire property just to pee. 

His hands move to your thighs, you can feel the warmth emanating from them through the thin fabric of your dress, as he bites his bottom lip. You can’t wait any longer. You need him.

You tangle your fingers in  his hair, messing it up even more if that is even possible. In seconds, his mouth is covered by yours. This time you catch his lip between your teeth and give him a gentle tug. Tyler moans against your mouth. With a subtle movement of your hips you feel his erection pressed against you.

“Wow…” you murmur with a soft giggle while rolling up your dress. 

Almost as if it were effortless, he grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you up, pushing you against the wall. With the cold tiles pressed against your bare back and your legs wrapped around his strong waist, you dig your nails into his shoulder through his clothes as his tip teases your entrance, sending shivers down your spine. 

With a single hand Tyler rips your underwear off in one go, tossing it casually on the floor. He never takes his eyes off your face, your body driving him crazy. Then he thrusts inside of you, without warning, and the feeling of being so full with him is overwhelming and delicious. Through a chorus of moans and sobs Tyler fucks you hard. 

You lose track of time, your family must be wondering where you are, what is taking you so long. You just hope they don’t decide to come looking for you. Nothing else matters. In this moment it’s just you and Tyler, it isn’t romantic, you are like two beasts fighting to dominate the other in a primal dance and it is starting to feel really good.

Tyler feels your walls clenching around his length, you are close to cumming. So he keeps up the pace while stroking your clit with his thumb until you fall against his shoulder with your eyes closed, panting and covered in a thin layer of sweat. He cums too. Still not letting go, he turns his face and leaves a small kiss on the side of your head. 

When your heels finally touch the ground once again, you feel like your legs are made out of jelly. 

You sigh and stretch your back. “Time to go, handsome,” you say as you look around. Your eyes linger on your torn underwear discarded on the floor. Tyler follows your gaze and bends down to pick up the lacey fabric. He stares at it for a few seconds before burying his nose in it. “Tyler! What are you doing? Don’t!”

“It smells like you” he states simply, shrugging and putting the fabric in one of his pockets. “I’ll keep it.”

“You do you, but you broke it. It’s kind of useless now. Can you tell that I’m not wearing any underwear?” Tyler stares at your ass shamelessly, with half a smile. Then he shakes his head. “Good.”

As you try to fix your hair as much as possible in the bathroom mirror, Tyler runs his hands over your sides a few times in an attempt to smooth out the mess of wrinkles your dress has turned into. Finally, you ran your fingers under your eyes to remove any smudged mascara. Is it very obvious that you just fucked like an animal in the bathroom? Giving Tyler one last peck on the lips, you walk back to your table, hoping that it doesn’t show too much. 

-

You smell Tyler before seeing him. 

He stands behind you, placing the desserts in front of each guest. When he leans down to place yours, his arm brushes your shoulder and his face rests only a few inches from yours, too close to go unnoticed by everyone. When you look around the table, you notice that they are too drunk to even care. 

Your heart beats fast, even though initially you thought of introducing him to your family at the wedding, now you don’t feel prepared at all. It feels so abrupt. So you remain impassive, trying not to let any small gesture give you away although Tyler is not making it easy.

He winks at you before turning to who he supposes must be your grandmother, smiling charmingly. He looks good and he knows it. Sometimes you envy him for it, for that self confidence that exudes from every pore of his skin. “Was the soup good, ma’am?”

She starts complimenting all the dishes, with special interest in the soup, and you roll your eyes while biting the inside of your cheek. 

Your eyes focus on the dessert and Tyler alternatively. He looks at you out of the corner of his eye, still talking to your grandmother, and smiles even more. It looks like a harmless ice cream, covered with fancy decorations and a suspicious whitish sauce that could be nothing. But what if…?

You sigh. Damn Tyler and his terrorist food tendencies.

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His World

Summary: Bakugo's teenage daughter has been acting suspicious for a while. He keeps shrugging it off until he finds her cuddled up on the couch with another boy. Let's just say he's less than happy to find out his daughter is dating Kaminari's son.

Pairing: Bakugo x f!reader

tw's: A lil angsty

Not proofread. Go easy on me <3

You yawned, scratching your bedhead, as you walked into the kitchen to see your husband, Katsuki, already making breakfast. You walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, "Good morning.~"

"Mornin', beautiful," He replied, flipping a pancake onto a plate. It was fluffy, just the way you and Mizuki liked it. He turned around and pressed a kiss to your lips. Your good morning kiss. You smiled, pecking his cheek. 

You took the plates with the pancakes out into the dining room, Katsuki following behind, holding a tray with cups of coffee. You put the dishes on the table and opened your mouth to call your seventeen-year-old daughter down for dinner but stopped when she entered the kitchen, hopping on one foot as she put on her socks. 

You raised your eyebrows in amusement. Surprisingly, Mizuki had been waking up early for a few weeks now. Previously, you had to turn off all her alarms for her and aggressively shake her awake. 

"Morning, mama, papa." She greeted as she pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail, crimson eyes shifting up to you and Katsuki.

"Someone's wakin' up surprisingly early." Bakugo commented, "Now come on, food's runnin' cold."

"Oh. I have to be at school early today." Mizuki took her school bag from a chair, throwing it over her shoulder. Bakugo furrowed his eyebrows, watching his daughter run out of the room in a hurry. 

"Oi, get yer ass back here! You ain't leaving without breakfast!" He yelled, his head snapping at you, asking you to say something. You shook your head, raising your hands up. Only a Bakugo could tame a Bakugo. 

"I'll get somethin' from outside, chill!" Mizuki yelled from the front door. 

Bakugo looked at you, baffled, "She's got the time to eat from out but not to eat from home?!"

"Maybe she's not in the mood for pancakes." You replied, taking a seat at the dining table, pulling a plate towards yourself, and pushing another towards Katsuki. 

You smiled, watching him pout as he chewed. He was just like the Katsuki you met in high school, yet he was so different. His muscular arms and torso were littered with little scars, with one big scar on his chest. It was proof of years of hero work. His hair was slowly starting to grey. When he put his head in your lap, you liked moving his hair around, counting the little grey hair. 

"D'you think she doesn't like my cooking?" Bakugo asked. 

"You know that's not the case, Katsuki." You give him a pointed look, "You don't have to be upset about it."

"I'm not upset..." He huffed. You sighed, smiling at him. He clearly was upset. You were going to add that she might have met a special someone, so that could be one reason why she was in such a hurry, but decided to keep it to yourself since you knew the reaction your husband would have. He'd flip the table over. 

"What if she's seein' someone?" He narrowed his eyes, his fist clenching on the table. You reached over, putting your hand over his closed fist. His hand relaxed, lying flat underneath yours. 

"It's possible. She's growing up, it's expected." 

"I'm sure she's got better things to do than bothering with some lame-ass guy." He confidently shoved a piece of pancake in his mouth. A drop of sweat appeared on your forehead at his sudden change in demeanour. 

Katsuki's suspicions of Mizuki going out with someone did not stop there. 

He'd just come home from patrol, sweaty and tired, hoping to take a nice long bath and then eat dinner and spend some time with his two favourite girls. He stepped inside the house, kicking his dirty boots off and padding into the living room. 

He found you on the couch, your face lighting up when you saw him. You hopped off the couch to give him a fat kiss on the cheek, "Hi, babe. How was work?"

"Ass."

You laughed, wiping a bit of grease from his cheek with a thumb, "I've already run the bath for you."

You caught a naughty glint in his eye when he turned you around, hugging you from the back, his chin on your head, stubble scratching your scalp, "Join me."

"No." 

"Why the fuck not?"

"Mizuki's home, Katsuki." You rolled your eyes. 

"It's just a bath." He teased. 

You stepped away from him, giving his chest a playful push, "We both know it will end up being not just a bath." 

"Mama!" Mizuki rushed into the living room, holding a hairbrush in hand, wearing a pretty blue dress you got her a while back, "Mama, can you do my hair?" Her eyes fell on Bakugo standing behind you, brow arched skywards. She visibly froze. 

"Where are you going?" He asked, noting how she was dressed a little nicer than usual. 

"With friends, duh," Mizuki replied, handing you the hairbrush. You brushed her hair, putting up into a neat bun for her. 

"Thanks, Mum." 

"Oi, don't forget to leave your location on and-" Bakugo began but got cut off by Mizuki. 

"And don't forget to be home before ten, blah, blah, blah. I know. You need to stop worryin', Pops." Mizuki looked up at her father as she put her heels on. 

"I'd stop worrying if you weren't dressed like you're going on a damn date," Bakugo said.

Mizuki cleared her throat, rolling her eyes. "Well, I'm not. Can I leave now?"

Bakugo moved aside, letting her leave, eyes not moving from the door until it was slammed shut. "I'm tellin' ya, she's seein' someone. And I'm fuckin' finding out who it is-" He made a move to leave after her, stopping when you put a hand on his arm. 

"Let her go, Katsuki. If she finds out you're stalking her, she's not going to trust you with anything." 

"But what if-"

"You wouldn't want her sneaking out and lying to you, would you?" 

"No..." He mumbled. 

"Exactly. Now go hop in the bath, stinky." You smacked his arm. He gave you a devilish smirk and threw you over his shoulder.

"You're gettin' in with me. Mizu isn't home now."

It was the weekend, and you were out doing groceries with Katsuki. You watched your items get scanned at the counter, making sure you guys had everything you needed. You reached to carry some of the grocery bags, getting your hand slapped away by Katsuki. He carried them all in one go, his muscles flexing in the process. 

Before going back home, he got Mizuki iced tea since he knew she liked it. He parked the car in the garage, helping you carry the grocery bags inside. 

"That's the last of it." He grunted, dropping a bag on the floor by the shoes. 

"I'll go ask Mizuki to help me put stuff in the fridge." You said, removing your shoes. You went into the living room, freezing when you saw Mizuki sound asleep on top of a boy you recognised. Kyoka and Denki's son, Ryuu. He had plum-coloured hair, just like Kyoka.

"Oi, Mizuki, come help ya ma with the groceries," Katsuki yelled, walking into the living room. He saw you standing by the couch and came to stand beside you, looking down to see Mizuki asleep with her head on Ryuu's chest. His yelling made Mizuki stir a little before she nuzzled into his neck and went back to sleep. 

You glanced at Bakugo, watching his jaw clench, his upper lip twitch in fury. You could swear you saw steam blowing out of his ears. Before you could stop him, he stomped up to the two, "WAKE THE FUCK UP!" He yelled.

Startled, Mizuki sat up upright, falling off the couch. Ryuu opened his eyes wide in confusion. He looked down at Mizuki and then at Dynamight towering over him with deadly crimson eyes that promised to skin him alive. Ryuu gulped, his face draining of colour. 

"Katsuki, don't-" 

Katsuki grabbed the boy's T-shirt, pulling him off the couch. Ryuu raised his hands defensively, trying to step away, but Katsuki had a death grip on his T-shirt, "Who the fuck do you think you are?!"

"Dad, leave him alone!" Mizuki tried pushing Katsuki's hand away. Katsuki ignored her, simply pulling Ryuu closer and narrowing his eyes at him. 

"What is your relationship with him, Mizuki?" He growled, still not looking at her, giving Ryuu a death glare instead. 

"Katsuki, leave him alone. How about we all sit and talk about it calmly-"

"I ain't talkin' calmly!" Bakugo yelled, scaring Ryuu. "Who the fuck does he think he is, trying to snuggle into Mizuki?!" 

"Dad, can you please stop?!" Mizuki gave her father a firm push. The push had little impact on him, given he was built like a tree, but the flash of hurt in his eyes did not go unnoticed by you. Mizuki freed Ryuu out of Katsuki's grip, standing in front of him almost protectively, her hand intertwined with his. "As for your question, he is my boyfriend. What are you going to do about it?" 

"Really, Mizuki. You're fuckin' joking." He glowered at Ryuu, his fists fuming, "You ain't datin' spark plug's son."

"Why do you have a problem with everything I do?!" Mizuki yelled, "I'm not a little girl anymore, Dad! You don't get to decide who I date and who I don't."

"You don't need to date some stupid boy. You know you're better than that!"

"Ryuu is not a stupid boy." Mizuki seethed through gritted teeth. She looked like she'd blast the house to bits if Katsuki said another word. 

"I-I'll take my leave so you guys can talk. I'm sorry for the trouble I caused..." Ryuu dared to pat Mizuki's shoulder and glance up timidly at Katsuki. Katsuki took a step towards him but got stopped by your arm.

"You're breaking up with him right fucking now," Katsuki ordered. 

"I am not!" Mizuki shouted, taking Ryuu's hand again, making him stay put. "What has he ever done to you?! Why do you have to act like he committed some crime? Ryuu is the most perfect and sweetest person I've met, unlike you. Why do you have a problem with everything?! When will you leave me be and stop pretending im five?! Gosh, I really fucking hate you."

Mizuki's chest moved up and down, tears threatening to spill from her eyes, staring at Katsuki, the air thick in between them. She glanced at you before she turned around with Ryuu, silently leaving the house with him.

Katsuki fell onto the couch, head thrown back, hand over his eyes. You silently sat beside him, putting a hand on his knee. He glanced down at his legs, a defeated look on his face. You cupped his cheek, making him look at you in the eye. You could see tears forming in his eyes, his nose red. 

"She said she hates me." His voice cracked. 

"Shh," you brought his face closer, kissing his eyebrow. "You know she doesn't mean it. She said it in the heat of the moment."

He let himself lay on top of you, nuzzling into your neck, arms wrapped around you. He wondered if this was karma for all the times he told his mother he hated her even though he didn't really mean it. He wondered if this was life slapping him in the face, pulling a reverse card on him. 

"You remember how old we were when we started dating, Katsuki?" You asked, running hour fingers in his hair. 

"Fifteen." He mumbled. 

"Hm. Mizu's way older and more mature than we were back then." 

"She's mature. Spark Plug's kid isn't" He propped up on his elbow, arguing back with you.  

"Are you doing this because he's Denki's kid? He's a good kid, Katsuki. He didn't even argue back when you got mad at him. He's rational, and from what I've seen when Mizu brings her friends over, he's really shy and sweet, too."

"What if he's not good enough for her. What if he breaks her heart?" He tried reasoning. You smiled, cradling his face.

"She's got her big strong papa if he breaks her heart." 

His head dipped low, pressing a long kiss onto your lips and then a little one in between your eyebrows. You switched positions, with you now lying on top of him, head on his chest, eyes shut. He kissed your hair, hand running up and down your back, deep in thought. 

As he lay there, he thought of the time when he held newborn Mizuki in his arms for the first time, immediately falling in love with his little girl. The moment Mizuki was in his arms, he swore he would protect his daughter with his life. He recalled her first footsteps and her first word, 'Da!' He thought of the time when she got her quirk, running into his legs, crying, overwhelmed by the loud noises and the recoil. 

He sighed, eyes drifting shut.

When Katsuki's eyes snapped open, it was already midnight. He felt a blanket over you two. Mizuki was home. He skillfully slipped his arm out from under your head, getting up. He adjusted the blanket over you, kissing the tip of your nose. Light on his feet, he went upstairs, standing outside Mizuki's room. 

He cleared his throat, knocking on the door, "Hey, kid. Ya in there?" 

He was greeted by silence. He turned the knob, opening the door and peeking inside. There she was, lying with her back to the door, pretending to be asleep, blonde eyelashes fluttering on her cheeks. He crept up to her bed, taking a seat on the mattress, the bed sinking down with his weight. 

He leaned over, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. He put his forehead on her head, "I'm sorry, Mizu. I know I was an ass." He murmured.

Mizuki lay on her back, crimson eyes shifting to her father. His eyes, the same colour as hers, almost pleaded with her to talk to him. She sat up straight, putting a hand behind her neck, looking down. 

"It's alright... I'm sorry, too. I didn't mean anything I said back then." She felt her father's arms wrap around her shoulders, pulling her closer. In his strong arms, she felt safe. Even though they often fought and argued, she adored him. He meant the world to her. 

"I'll break up with him." She said. 

Katsuki pulled away from the hug, shaking his head and taking her hands, "No. If he makes you happy, you can date him." 

"What's the point if you're not happy about it?" 

"I'll be happy about it as long as he keeps you happy." He held her face in his hands, looking into her eyes, "But the moment he breaks your heart, I'm breaking his legs, and you're not stopping me." 

He watched a shit-eating grin take over her face, scarily looking like him, "If it ever comes to that, I'll join you." 

"Atta girl." He smirked. Mizuki threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tight. Katsuki smiled, holding his daughter closer. 

"I love you, papa." She mumbled. 

Katsuki held himself from crying right there and then, "Love ya too, Mizu." 

Katsuki held Mizuki for a while longer, enjoying this rare moment of peace with his daughter, running his hand through her long hair. He felt a pair of eyes on him and glanced back to see you leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed across your chest, a soft smile on your face. He held an arm open for you to join him and Mizuki.

You crawled into bed, kissing Mizuki's cheek and then Katsuki's jaw. He pulled your head on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around you two. 

While you and Mizuki slept peacefully, Katsuki stayed awake, his heart brimming with love and bliss. Lying on the bed with his world in his arms, he wondered what he did to deserve you two. He considered himself the world's luckiest man. 

[alastor-simp]

Enchanting Lullaby - Insomniac Alastor x Sea Siren Reader

❥Summary: Everyone in the hotel knows that Alastor does not sleep, but what happens when he seeks you out and makes a request only you can provide for him.

❥Tags: Alastor x reader, sea siren, siren reader, insomniac, insomniac alastor, alastor does not sleep, fem reader

❥Notes: I am OBSESSED with siren songs. I find them so hypnotic and beautiful, so I wanted to write a story with a siren reader with Alastor. Wanted to give a shoutout to my friend ValerieWinks777 for helping me with this story. I recommend checking her out on Wattpad, she does amazing Alastor x reader stories.

Spending years in hell, forming unbreakable deals and ripping apart demons in his broadcasts have harden Alastor to put aside certain feelings and tasks, including sleep. Well, he used to sleep during the time when he was alive, honestly he is surprised he even could after all the horrible murders he committed. He didn't just decide one day that he wasn't going to slumber anymore, this change started slowly. Indulging gleefully in the wrath he enjoyed created new enemies, enemies he knew posed no threat, but the longer that list got, the less often he slept, as he rather stay awake and attack them head on if any of them even considered wanting to mess with the radio demon.

A couple days after the extermination war and rebuilding the hotel, it had gotten surprisingly more busy with new demons arriving to gander at the hotel, and possibly consider joining. Charlie had been working like a mad women, tending to make sure everything was perfect for the guests and also trying to lessen some of the workload on the others. She greatly appreciate everything that happened before, so she didn't want them lifting a finger with anything. Alastor, however, was not one to just stand there and not offer his assistance. He may still consider the hotel a bunch of wack-a-doo nonsense, but he has grown fond of Charlie and her beliefs, also considering how much of a gentleman he was, he wasn't going to let poor Charlie do everything herself. Charlie waved her hands in the air, saying profusely that it was okay and Alastor didn't need to help, but Alastor was persistent. "Ah ah ah. Charlie, my dear. As the facility manager of the hotel, it is substantial for me to offer my assistance. Now then! What humble tasks need to be dealt with?" Alastor said with a smile, as he bent down, putting his face closer to Charlie's. Charlie gave a sigh and small smile back to Alastor and told him of the assignments that needed to be done for today.

Alastor went about and began completing each task, stockpiling the drinks for the bar, making sure the rooms were all spick and span, obtain groceries for the kitchen and also prepare dinner for later tonight. Alastor had finally reach the end of the tasks and softly heaved a sigh. Performing small things like this was nothing to him, as he preferred to finish the job quickly and properly and not dwindle on it, but he had used a great amount of his powers to fulfill each one of them, causing him to feel more drained then usual. Alastor, for the first time, felt the need to take a good due rest, but he knew it wasn't going to be easy since it has been a millennium since he last slept. Pondering through his thoughts, he came up with an idea that could help him, as he made his way upstairs.

Knocking on your door, Alastor patiently waited, as the door to your room opened, with you standing on the other side of it, wearing your cozy pajamas. You looked up at Alastor with a smile, head tilted to the side. "Oh good evening, Al. Is there something you needed?" Alastor smiled down at you, showcasing more of his teeth. "Yes, my dear! I have encountered a bit of a dilemma and I need your assistance with the matter. Would it be alright if you could come to my chambers?" He observed your eyes glaze with confusion before you nodded your head, and walked out of your room, closing the door behind you. Alastor had hooked his arm with yours, as the both of you walked towards his hotel room.

Upon entering his room, you glanced around his room, admiring the pocket dimension he had created. It gave a calm tranquil vibe in the room, along with the static music playing from the radio in his room. Al had said nothing when the both of you had entered his chambers, and you wondered if he was displeased with something. "Um.... Am I in trouble?" You question him, twiddling your fingers together. Alastor quickly turned back around to face you, eyes widen before going back to normal, while a soft smile was placed on his face. "Heavens no! You are no form of trouble my dear, I can assure you. There is just something I need from you however." He walk closer into his room, removing his coat jacket and setting it on the chair next to his desk, revealing his red striped shirt that was hidden. He ventured closer to his bed, removing his black shoes before taking a seat on it while crossing his legs. His eyes went back up to look at you, extending his hand out, inviting you to join him.

Your face flushed for a bit, as you made your way over to where Alastor resided, taking a seat on his bed, facing him. The both of you sat in silence, before Alastor broke it. "If my memory serves me correctly, your demon form is similar to that of a sea siren. Am I correct, my dear?" He turned to face you, peering down at you while you looked at him. Your answer to his question was a small nod. "Splendid! That will be quite useful for me!" Alastor seemed almost giddy with joy, making you feel a bit confused. "Can I ask a question?" You asked Alastor. Alastor continued to stare at you, telling you to go ahead. "Why is my nature going to be beneficial for you?" Alastor eyes gazed into yours, as they were filled with confusion. Heaving a sigh, Alastor slowly grabbed your hand, giving it a soft squeeze. "As much as it pains me to say this, but I need your help, darling. I am aware of the soothing hypnotic voices of sirens, how there gorgeous songs allure sailors. I am asking you if you could sing for me, my dear." Alastor smile almost dropped a bit, his face holding a slight melancholic look as he continued to stare at you. You continued to look at him, before you asked him why you needed to sing to him.

Alastor heaved another sigh, rubbing his hair with his other hand. "It has been a drastically long time, since I have enjoyed the comforts of my own bed. However, falling asleep has not been an easy task for me, and along with the chores that I have completed for sweet Charlie. I crave a good rest now more then ever." Upon observing his face, you noticed the dark circles that appeared underneath his eyes. His smile as well seemed a bit forced, almost as if he was having a hard time keeping it up. Your heart ached for him, as you placed you squeezed his hand that was still holding yours. "I will help you Alastor, but there is something you have to do for me." Alastor raised an eyebrow at you, asking what it was that you needed. "Well, could you use your powers to soundproof the room? My siren voice may reach the others, and cause them to fall asleep as well." SNAP! Within an instant, Alastor had snapped his fingers, preventing any sound from reaching out the room.

With a nod of your head, you moved further back on the bed, waiting to make room for your transformation. A dark light enveloped your form, as your body became covered in black and white scales, and your legs had morphed together into a long mermaid tail, causing your pajama pants to slide off. Alastor continued to gaze at you in amazement, finding your form truly haunting while incredibly beautiful. Once you had completed your transformation, you leaned back against the pillow, raising both your hands up towards Alastor. Alastor stood stiff, confused at your actions. "Come here." you said, keeping your arms stretched out. Alastor realized what you meant, his cheeks become a tad flushed. "M-my dear, there is no need-" His words were cut off, as you pulled him down. His head had landed on your chest, as his whole body was placed on top of you, with his legs rested on your lower tail. Your arms wrapped around him, placing one against his hair, giving it a rub. "Shh its alright Alastor. I just want you to be comfortable okay?" Alastor hadn't moved when he was on top of you, apparently not use to actions like this. His body soon began to relax, as he nuzzled closer into your chest, moving his arms to wrap them around your back. His actions caused a soft smile to appear on your face, as you continued to play with his hair. "I'm going to start singing now, are you ready?" You looked down, waiting for his answer. Alastor peaked one of his eyes out from your chest, giving you a small nod. Giggling at his cuteness, you moved the hand from his hand to rub at his cheek, before placing it back on his red locks.

Taking a few deep breaths, you leaned your head back against the pillow. Soon, you opened your mouth, and began to sing.

(THIS SONG IS SO SOOTHING, I LOVE IT!!)

𝄞 Upon one summer's morning, I carefully did stray

Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay

Conversing with a bouncing lass, who seemed to be in pain

Saying William, when you go, I fear you will never return again

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold

His hair it hangs in ringlets, his eye as black as coal

My happiness attend him wherever he may go

From Tower Hill to Blackwell, I'll wander, weep and moan

All for my jolly sailor, until he sails home

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold

My name it is Maria, a merchant's daughter fair

And I have left my parents and three thousands pounds a year

Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be

Who love a jolly sailor that ploughs the raging sea

While up aloft in storm, from me his absence mourn

And firmly pray, arrive the day, he's never more to roam

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold 𝄞

Your beautiful song had ended, leaving the room in a calming silence. Looking down, you motioned your head to look at Alastor. His head was still nuzzled on your chest, the one eye that had peaked to look at you had closed. His breathing was slowed and he was letting out small static-like snores and a few purrs. Smiling warmly, you leaned closer to his head, giving it a soft kiss. Your hand left his head, and began to reach for the blanket nearby on the bed, motioning it to have it lay over both you and Alastor. You placed your hand back on his hair, giving it a comforting rub, as you leaned back against the pillow, whispering, "Good night Alastor."

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[alwayscorvus]

i have no idea whether or not you take request but ill just shoot my shot ( if u dont take reqs, its a-okay, you can just ignore this)

but if you do, would it be fine for me to request a fic with reader x werewolf!yuanwu ( too late for Halloween? perhaps, but its never a wrong time to enjoy some good supernatural stuff) and something about transformation and discovering about yuanwu's condition ( you dont have to rigidly follow this one, you have full creative freedom over this one)

im currently going insane w the lack of yuanwu content and my brain decides to make me more feral by giving an idea for werewolf!yuanwu <`3

Bittberry Tea

malereader x werewolf!Yuanwu, fluff;

one thing for sure, we both have a great sense of timing when it comes to "Halloween" vibes. I take requests but just hardly ever have time to write them (I mean... I have time for writing just not for translating it later...). So maybe u already forgot about your Yuanwu's phase... Still thanks a lot for it!

even if its not the best, it's probably the longest post i have ever written... and I will try to never make the same mistake again, so enjoy!

Sometimes changes in life weren't as bad as they might seem. Sometimes they opened up a doors for new opportunities.

Or at least that's what your father always said.

That's why when you had to move back to Jinzhou in order to take charge of family business, you weren't really bothered. After all, you had always been prepared for such a turn of events. You went on a trip around the world, met true masters in their fields and gained a knowledge in subjects of tea brewing and herb gathering, just because of that. Also, your father was getting older and his condition didn't really allow him to continue his work.

Time to use your hard-earned skills and expand Liuxian Teahouse's business by opening up customers to a new exotic flavors, has finally come.

But of course, road to success couldn't be too easy. And your enthusiasm was bound to run into a wall called "reality". That definitely chilled your father's dreams. Maybe your traditional teahouse wasn't going to rack and ruin, but for the past decade it clearly didn't live up to its potential in gaining more popularity. And you were the one who was supposed to change that. However, your customers didn't really seem to follow this vision. They were terrified of trying anything new. But surprisingly, you weren't completely taken aback by their attitude and still tried to convince them to new flavors and techniques.

Especially one particular person. Which was stubborn like no one else. And which, despite many attempts, never gave up in sticking to their old habits.

When you returned to Jinzhou, staff introduced him to you as a regular customer of your tea shop. Technically he was there first and that gave him a big advantage over you. But in the end, precisely because of that reason, you couldn't let him win.

How could a person who saw you almost every day miss out so much by closing themselves on only one solution?

-Yuanwu - you announced in an anticipating voice at the sight of a newly arriving customer. Almost feeling happy with the idea of your victim finally getting caught into a trap.

Man looked at you with slightly frightened eyes. He really hoped that he wouldn't find you behind a counter today.

Or let's be honest… it was a lie.

Subconsciously, he really wanted to see you. After all, he started coming here more often precisely because of you. Not like before; once or twice a week, but for the past six months almost daily. Just to see your warm smile and exchange a few sentences about how he was doing. He didn't feel the need to talk about himself. If he did, he always had a plenty of people in his gym that he could burden with his thoughts. Yet, he didn't. The only reason why he was getting out of his comfort zone was your charming voice… As soothing as a warm coat on an icy night, as hot as freshly brewed tea and as refreshing as a breeze of spring. Combination that Yuanwu loved and that he could listen to over and over again. Even if it was limited to just few simple answers, winks and snorts of laughter. Oh, how much Yuanwu would give to be able to hear more. Especially about you. Curiosity got the best of him.

But not today. Not during this period. Especially when this was getting closer.

-You weren't here yesterday -you pointed out correctly, trying to let his guard down- A tough fight?

You referred to this tournament that Yuanwu's gym had recently held while rolling up your sleeves to slowly get down to brewing his tea.

Man only mumbled at this with a nod. He really was exhausted. This season was seriously giving him a hard time, and this responsibilities that he had added to himself weren't really helping. But at first, he thought they would be the perfect solution to occupy his thoughts and give him a great excuse to not visit you until everything would be resolved. And while he actually managed to act wisely yesterday, today his instincts didn't let him. And brought him right at your door. Yuanwu hated that, it made him act completely like not him. He became hyperactive and relied on raw force as if in his teenage years. But he couldn't help it, even his calm approach wasn't able to overcome this urge. Before he could even think about it, he was already sitting on a stool at your bar.

Yuanwu scratched himself intensely behind his right ear. Place where his fedora unpleasantly squished his head began to itch heavily again. This time a habit that he also hated. Though maybe not so much, because it always made you smile. And although it involved a great amount of embarrassment (which Yuanwu had no intention of showing on his stoic face) nothing excited him more than your laugh. He really couldn't understand where this feelings were coming from, but ever since he saw you for the first time, some strange force had been pulling him persistently towards you. Exactly like you to him.

You secretly glanced at him with tenderness. Despite his age, proud aura, bulky body or even beard itself, you couldn't deny that sometimes Yuanwu reminded you of a big puppy. Even if he evoked fear and awe in others, there were some certain adorable slip-ups that he made. Reactions of excitement when you agreed with him or sad pouts when he found out that he wouldn't see you for the weekend. All those little gestures unnoticeable at first glance that didn't let you dismiss this thought.

Yuanwu took his fedora off and placed it carefully on the wooden countertop, not far from his hands, which he intertwined together just a seconds later.

He looked in your direction and swallowed his saliva heavily. Seeing your arms exposed to your elbows and your veins tensed from precarious job, Watching your exposed arms and veins, tensed up from precise job, made something unpleasantly swirl around in his stomach. Your focused gaze and carefully thought-out movements while crushing the leaves didn't help either. Your elegance in performing of such a simple tasks was breathtaking. Your movements were so smooth, as if you had done it thousands of times before. And Yuanwu didn't doubt that this could be the case. You were so dedicated to your work that man didn't allow himself to question your passion for your profession or years you had dedicated to perfecting yourself. Yuanwu greatly admired your devotion.

But wait a minute. Something wasn't right. Man looked suspiciously at the stickers of a boxes that you had just used.

-I will have a Bittberry Tea- he warned right away, and you sighed in resignation.

-Fine - you gently lifted one corner of your lips, more amused than offended at the idea of being caught red-handed.

You definitely weren't trying to secretly sneak the other tea.

Or maybe you did.

But at least you didn't have any bad intentions!

And Yuanwu knew this very well. And after all this attempts in convincing him to try something new, he would have agreed to go along a long time ago. After all, he was already too old for such pestering and this types of games were too tiresome and tedious for him. But if the case involved you... Man just had to admit that he was fond of your attention. And thanks to this tea he was gaining a lot of it. If he gave in, your little play would stop and he would lose the only excuse he had to pique your interest.

Or at least that's what he thought.

-By the way… I was just wondering… -you turned your back to Yuanwu as if looking for a new cup, but in fact slightly embarrassed by your sudden boldness- This Saturday there is a full moon and... -your hand froze in a mid-air- I know a great place from where you can see the moon perfectly. Weather hasn't been good lately, but now it's supposed to be suitable for night walks - word by word you quickened your pace, trying to have this stressful moment behind you as soon as possible- when I was still a teenager I loved to stay there and admire the moon for hours. Maybe- Just maybe-… - you turned rapidly towards Yuanwu- you would like to go there with me?

Man looked at you with wide-open eyes. Almost as if he saw a ghost.

You smiled awkwardly. You just screwed up.

How could you even think about having a chance with someone like Yuanwu?! Let's be honest, after all, someone like him was bound to already have a partner. Even if he didn't brag about it. And if not. You were a simple tea seller, while he ran the most respected gym in all Huanglong. You were out of his league. He wouldn't even look at you.

While you felt a mental breakdown. Yuanwu gently slid down on his stool and with an sudden “excuse me!” ran out of a teahouse.

You watched with resignation as his figure disappeared behind a slightly glazed door.

This clearly wasn't the best moment.

It's a good thing that tea makers weren't required to be overly intelligent. Because, if your father had seen you just now, he would have definitely disinherited you from the rights of your family business.

Did you, in your foolishness, choose to talk to Yuanwu and try to repair your not even developed relationship, after he didn't show up at your place for the past three days? Yes. And was it a good idea? Absolutely not.

But something deep inside you told you that you couldn't let it go just like that. Over the past few months, you had grown used to seeing this gray-haired man who decided to reveal his vulnerability to you. And you couldn't imagine ending things like that. Without any answer. That wasn't even in Yuanwu's style.

Anyway, you hoped that even though he didn't reciprocate your feelings he would at least agree to remain as your friend. After all, you didn't even declare anything.

Anyone could have gone on a night walk in the moonlight… Right?

You didn't find him at the gym. You didn't find him at home. You felt a sense of resignation, but only for a moment. Yuanwu's kind neighbor gave you an idea about his potential whereabouts. Although she didn't know him very well, as he rarely talked about himself, she was a great observer. And a bit prying by the way… She couldn't help but pay attention to his enight escapades. Especially since he always came back from them pretty bruised. As if he had drunk a lot and run into a wrong company. And everyone thought that he was such a well-mannered gentleman! Such lies couldn't spread on neighbor's watch. She wasted a couple of evenings, but it was worth it -or at least, that's how she bragged.

Looking carefully through the window, she finally came to a conclusion. Surprisingly, man wasn't sneaking to a bars but somewhere out of town. She had probably hoped for something else. Because this rumors didn't sound as spicy as they might have. But at least she learned some of the truth that was unknown to others. And if it weren't for her old, sick legs that slowly refused to obey her, she would certainly have known more of it.

Not really bothered by older woman's remarks, you focused on Yuanwu himself and headed to a pointed direction. It was getting dark outside so you wanted to find him as soon as possible.

There was only one path leading in the given way, not really awell-trodden one, but you recognized it immediately. It led to a small forest where you and your father used to collect leaves for brews. You remembered this place well thanks to a small wooden woodcutter's hut. Once... magical and cozy. Now... rather abandoned and falling.

You tilted your head to the side pleasantly surprised. There was a smoke coming from a chimney, which suggested someone's presence.

Yuanwu - you thought with hope and rushed to the door hastily knocking.

Nothing.

You repeated.

Still nothing.

Exactly as if he was hoping for you to think that no one was here and leave.

-Yuanwu, I know you are there. Please open up. Let's talk.

Silence.

You growled in disappointment and banged your fist onto a door.

-Yuanwu, please-

You whimpered.

-I won't leave until I find out why you ran out like a scalded cat. I know that we may never have gotten to know each other more deeply, but I've managed to really like you and I can't imagine us suddenly stopping talking. I can't imagine my days at work without you by my side- I-.... -you spoke pleadingly until you heard a quiet rustling.

Your eyes lit up. You took a step back.

Locks in doors clicked. Rotten planks shifted with weight.

Through a small crack you saw a wasted face of Yuanwu. Dark circles stung your heart.

-Just hurry.

He swung the door open, letting you inside.

With each of your movements, a cloud of dust rose in the air. You coughed, chasing away an unwelcome gray particles.

Finally, you were able to get a better look at him. He was hunched over and drenched in sweat. Exhausted as if he hadn't slept for a week. With his right hand, he held up a small oil lamp, and with his left, he pressed tighter to his chest a thick blanket that wrapped around him like a coat.

Yuanwu carefully put down on a small table the only source of light besides a fireplace and threw himself onto the old mattress located right next to him on icy floor.

You moved toward the windows, wishing to brighten the room with more light thanks to a rising moon.

-No!

You heard a desperate scream and instantly turned towards man.

-Just... please don't.

-O-okay?

You took slow, uncertain steps to curled up Yuanwu. You weren't sure what had just happened, but his condition definitely scared you. The only thing you thought about was helping him, but you didn't really know how.

Seeing that he wasn't reacting badly to your closeness, you crouched down and gently placed your hand on his shoulder. He shuddered. But didn't push you away. So you allowed yourself to gently massage his arm through a pile of old rags.

-Are you all right? Did someone hurt you? Just tell me what I can do to help you-

-Everything is all right. Nothing has happened. I'm just-… ill. And I need some space - he was speaking calmly in a weak voice- And about… That. Do not worry. You know that sometimes I haven't visited you for a while, but I always came back. Now I will also be back. Just not today… And maybe not tomorrow - he laughed bitterly- But the day after tomorrow I will definitely return, for you to once again try to push something in me that is not a Bittberry Tea. Everything will be the same as before. Of course, as long as you still want to keep in touch with me - he reflected.

-Of course I want to! - you protested- After all, that's why I'm here. But that doesn't explain anything-

-Good. -he smiled slightly- But now you should go. There is no time-

-What? I'm not going anywhere-

-No, really. I don't know why, but it's much worse this time-

-What's worse?

-That's-... not important! Please. Go

-No way, I'm not going anywhere until I know what this is all about

Yuanwu shuddered again. This time harder. As if some strange force threw his body. He curled into a ball and gripped his ears to cut off all the loud sounds.

-Yuanwu? -you whispered- Please, say what's-...

-Too late.

A shiver went through your spine. Something in those words and his tone made your blood run cold. But you still didn't move away. On the contrary, you covered him with your body and hugged tightly.

Yuanwu began to shuffle and pull away. But you were stronger, more desperate.

-Let go! I will hurt you - he groaned with difficulty, before his voice got replaced with loud growls and screams of pain.

Agony, as if someone was tearing him apart.

-Not a chance

You gripped him even tighter. Squeezed your eyes shut and waited.

You thought it was just an ordinary convulsionof person in fever. That it would pass soon.

Until it didn't. Until his limbs began to bend in different directions. Until blankets began to tear. Until you felt rough hairs under your fingers.

Something like… fur?

You felt a punch. With a loud thump you fell on the floor. He pushed you away.

More gasps, groans. Cries in indescribable pain.

Finally, a loud howl.

You pulled yourself up, trying to sit up. You rubbed your eyes and looked ahead.

You couldn't believe in what you were seeing.

In front of you, there was a hunched over Yuanwu. Or at least someone who looked like him. He was bigger. More muscular. Naked. But not quite. His torn clothes were replaced by silvery fur, similar to his natural hair color.

You weren't sure what you had just experienced.

Yuanwu looked at you with a frightened and troubled gaze. His eyes, though currently more of a predator than Yuanwu himself, showed a fearful look. Scared of being judged.

-What-… -you quickly corrected yourself- who-…. who are you?

Yuanwu whimpered, letting out the first tears.

You ran out of breath. Why- why was he crying?

-I know that I am a monster. But please, please, can you not leave me? -he threw out pleadingly in a moment of weakness.

Who had hurt him so much to bring such a large, reserved man to this state?

-Please?

His breaking voice tore your heart.

You didn't think twice. You pushed back in a sudden surge of energy and once again threw yourself with a hug on Yuanwu. Your Yuanwu.

You didn't wait for explanations. You didn't need assurances. You didn't even think that Yuanwu could hurt you.

The only thing you wanted to do at that moment, in all this chaos, was to keep him safe.

BONUS:

Liuxian Teahouse was famous for its openness to all four-legged friends. Yuanwu knew this very well, and that's why at first he chose exactly that teahouse.

Whenever he was there he didn't miss a chance to feed his beloved cats. And each time this happened, it greatly amused you. Whenever man approached bowls, cats hissed jumped straight and ran away in a hurry. Leaving Yuanwu with a disappointed look.

However, he never gave up. Poured food to the brim and removed himself into the shadows.

Whenever he left, animals returned. And he, sipping hot tea at the bar, dreamily admired the fluffy creatures who happily ate.

In the past, you were truly fascinated with the idea of cats disliking such a kind man.

Now you knew their secret.

[circeyoru]

It's almost my sleeping time so can I request again.

I just wonder How well the other react to Yandere Alastor go on a date with the reader.

I mean the people in the Hotel.

I know damn well them will be confused.

Especially what's her name again... Mimzy?

I have a feelings that she will be confused then everyone else.

That's all I hope you stay strong and healthy!

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}

Hi hi again!! You're going to be like a regular in my inbox now. Staying strong and healthy, thanks~

How well others react... Hmm.. If we're going with what happened for this ask, then it's gonna be interesting.

Everyone saw how you knocked Alastor out of the park with the first date. Angel was commenting on how Alastor should be the one to do that, not you. Husk slapped him upside the head to warn him to keep his mouth shut about that. What if Alastor heard that? He didn't cause all eyes and ears on you.

Later on, the dates were like a rotation between you and Alastor leading. Though it was easy to know who the date was for; if it's Alastor, you two would be out of the hotel; if it's for you, the two of you would be in the hotel but Alastor would be purely focused on you and no one can disturb you two; if it was a compromise for both of you, well, they can't tell. Any scenario, they know NOT to include any of you in their plans.

At first, they are sure as hell confused, but they also witnessed your confession (since it was done in the open). Neither you nor Alastor leaving proves a happy end. Then it was their confusion and shock as to why you picked Alastor and why Alastor was that enamoured with you. Both of you don't explain or humour them, so they just accept it. Now when they know you and Alastor are on a date, Charlie swoons and supports it, Vaggie rolls her eyes but happy that Alastor is more tamed, Niffty waves you two off, Angel teases a bit, Lucifer makes all sort of disgusted faces but wishes you well, and Husk just hope you have Alastor's attention so he's not bothered by his owner.

Now for Mimzy. Alastor will threaten her to mind her tone around you, but he didn't reveal his relationship with you. She was not as important to him now as before, so she didn't need to know about you. Say she goes to the hotel to pass the time, surprisingly there was no one after her this time. Then she sees you, alone. So she takes this chance to harass you for messing with Alastor's head. Alastor was her 'protector', the one to clean her messes because they were acquaintances in the living. Who were you to take that away from her?

Vaggie and Angel tried to get Mimzy to change targets. You and Alastor both said today was a day that the two of you won't be free to help around the hotel under any circumstances. Meaning? You two were going on a date. Distrubing any of you two was the same as a death sentence.

"Let her learn the hard way." Lucifer stopped Vaggie and Angel from their troubles. He heard Mimzy's words to you and he wasn't happy. He'd love to knock this b*tch down a peg or two, but Alastor should be even happier doing it and you'd be satisfied to see it yourself.

"All by your lonesome? Aww, did ol' Al get bored of you so soon?" Mimzy teased with a grin, her hand covering her lips poorly.

You raised a brow at her, your eyes narrowed. "Alastor?"

The colours on Mimzy's prideful face disappeared like it was sucked out of her when Alastor materialized next to you. Yup, the other residents of the hotel were familiar with such a sight; that's why they won't come near you on your dates. Alastor smiled, an arm over your shoulders while his eyes glared at his former friend, "Yes, My Beloved?"

"Beloved!?" Mimzy repeated in shock, her eyes twitched.

Now it was your turn to grin back at Mimzy, "I think I'd like to watch a show for today's date."

Alastor humoured you as he brought you close, his eyes focused solely on you, "What sort of show? I'll provide only the best."

"I'm in the mood for some screams of agony, particularly one that's high-pitched" You faked a thoughtful look.

"I have the perfect demon in mind." Alastor's smile grew to a grin, his eyes slowly directed over to Mimzy, who was cautiously backing up with each step. "My dear friend, I believe your services are required by my lovely romantic partner."

"Actually, I was just leaving." Mimzy chuckled. How was it that you two were an item? Alastor never gave her the time of day, even when he was alive. How did you catch Alastor's eye?! "So..."

Alastor's shadow tendrils appeared out of nowhere and wrapped out Mimzy, "Ah, ah, ah. You know me well. I'll do anything for the love of my life."

In the end, I'd say that Mimzy's reaction would be that of denial, shock, and disbelief. Her pride was hurt, she was with Alsator for so long and he never showed such tendencies. She didn't understand how she lost to you, in a twisted way. She was fine with Husk, because she knew Alastor held him on a leash, so she acts out as much as she wants. But in this case, you held something over her, you held the reason for her brazen actions and attitude, you won before there even was a competition. You didn't even know.

[bisha-chan]

what if you are mom's new project Partner and she brings you along, threatening aomine in case he acts weird because you're pretty cool and she doesn't want to change partners again but aomine "accidentally" flirts with you?

I absolutely love these random Aomine scenarios! This is a cute one!!! tbh need more cute Aomine fics!!! Hope you like it! ❤️🫶

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"Satsuki's late."

Aomine grumbles under his breath, today he was not planning on even heading out. But Momoi had forced him to a study session since their coach told her that Aomine was in danger of failing a class.

He was waiting at a cafe that Momoi told him to show up to.

Aomine raised an eyebrow when his phone rings with a short notification, another message from Momoi.

"I'm bringing a friend along so don't you dare act rude, Dai-chan. If you do, say goodbye to Mai-chan."

"What?" Aomine scoffs at Momoi's message, she was bringing along a random person? He shrugs his shoulders and leans back on the chair, sipping on his drink with a bored look on his face.

30 minutes later, Momoi arrived with you in tow.

Aomine didn't particularly care about you at first sight.

Yeah, he absolutely didn't.

He didn't care that you looked like you were shining, maybe it was the cafe's lighting or something.

He didn't care that you smiled so beautifully at him despite never meeting him before. Maybe you were just that friendly?

He didn't care that your voice was soft and felt like it was calling out to him everytime you spoke. Maybe you were just a good singer?

He didn't care that he couldn't keep his eyes off of you and took the seat next to you in a heartbeat even though you should be sitting next to Momoi because she was your partner in the project you two were working on.

"Dai-chan, this is (Y/N)-chan!" Momoi beams, literally hugging (Y/N) as she introduces her to Aomine.

"(Y/N)-chan this is—"

"My name is Aomine Daiki."

Silence ensued for a while, Momoi gazing at Aomine with wide eyes and mouth agape in shock.

Did he just...introduce himself first?!

Aomine never did that! He's such an arrogant person that he would say people should know his name without him even saying it to them.

"Oh, Hi." (Y/N) greets with a soft smile, "I'm (First Name) (Last Name). Nice to meet you, Aomine-san!"

"..Just call me Daiki, that's too formal."

Momoi was watching the exchange with shock on her face. Aomine was acting so out of character! But why? Formality? Momoi was shocked Aomine even knew the word 'formal'!!

"A-Are you really Dai-chan? Did you get kidnapped by aliens and replaced by any chance?!"

"Shut up, Satsuki. Let's get this thing started so I can go home fast!" Aomine says as he takes a seat near (Y/N), his usual bored look on his face.

After Momoi ordered a bunch of drinks and food, the three began studying. Momoi and (Y/N) working on their project while Momoi ocassionally slapped Aomine to make sure he did his homework and study.

"(Y/N)-chan, about our project I was thinking we should revise the third—" Momoi pauses and sighs, "Dai-chan, can you move?!"

(Y/N) looks up from her laptop and watches as Momoi and Aomine bicker.

"Why are you sitting in between (Y/N)-chan and me?! I need to sit beside her!"

"Just deal with it, Satsuki. It's too much of a pain to change seats now." Aomine grumbles, not even glancing at Momoi.

When Momoi stood up to go to the restroom, Aomine grew nervous being alone with (Y/N). He wanted to strike up a conversation, but what?

All he could think of was basketball.

"Hey, (Y/N)." Aomine calls out, pushing his notebook closer towards you as he leans in close.

"You know how to get this?"

(Y/N) raises an eyebrow as she closes her laptop for a second and moves closer, "Yeah. This is easy— first, you just...."

Aomine couldn't hear anything after she moved closer towards him. Her shoulder was literally near his chest— one small push could make her fall into his arms.

Surprisingly, Aomine was curious about how it would feel like to hold her in his arms. She seemed small, she would definitely fit right into his arms.

"So?"

"Huh?"

She looked up, blinking her innocent (E/C) eyes at him. "Did you get it?"

"O-Oh," Aomine clears his throat, looking away as he moves fast. "Yeah, thanks genius."

"I'm not a genius." She laughs and Aomine pauses, he just made her laugh.

Why was her laugh so pleasing to hear?

"You're good with your fingers, huh?"

Aomine's comment made (Y/N) pause, as well as Momoi who just came back. A second later, his thoughtless comment earned him an elbow to the stomach from Momoi.

"Sorry, (Y/N)-chan." Momoi apologizes, "Dai-chan makes thoughtless remarks because he's a pervert."

"N-No, it's okay." (Y/N) says, stifling a laugh. "He's actually funny, and he doesn't seem like a bad guy."

Aomine was itching to talk to her, know more about her— but Momoi would kill him if he did so.

"Hey, can you pass me that eraser?"

Aomine and (Y/N) both reached for the eraser at the same time— their hands brushing against each others for a split second.

(Y/N) flinched and quickly retracted her hand, Aomine grabbed it and handed it to Momoi.

"S-Sorry," she spoke in a soft voice, red tinting her cheeks as she began focusing on her laptop.

"Hey, do you secretly just want to touch me?" Aomine says, a teasing smirk on his lips as he grins at her.

"What? No! I would never—!"

"I'm kidding," Aomine says, with a soft laugh. "I'll let you off this time because you're cute."

Momoi still had no clue that her project partner and friend were slowly getting interested in each other.

As the sun set, their time drew to an end. After Momoi and (Y/N) finally finished their project, Aomine was left with a sense of dread.

He was sure he was never gonna get to see you ever again— Momoi would never give him your contact number for fear he'd do something weird to you.

So he had to figure out how to get your number on his own. Aomine had always been so arrogant, but here he was getting all anxious thinking up on ways to ask for your number.

"You're good at studying," Aomine says as they step out of the cafe— Momoi stepped away because she called Kuroko, so the two were left alone.

"Not really," she replies in a soft hum, looking up at him to meet his eyes. "Aomine-san, are you bad at studying because you're good at basketball?"

Aomine turns to face her and sees the teasing smile playing on her lips, he chuckles lowly.

"Then," He begins as he moves closer to her,

"Since you're good at studying, you must suck at basketball. Want me to teach you sometimes?"

(Y/N) smiles at the sight of a shy Aomine, he looked arrogant at first sight with his towering height and intense blue eyes. But deep inside, he was just a softie.

She smiles as she hands him the eraser that they fought over earlier and lifts a hand to wave goodbye.

"I'd like that sometimes."

As she began walking away, Aomine furrowed his eyebrows and turned over the eraser— her number was scribbled on it.

"....She's so cute," Aomine whispers as he places the eraser inside his pocket with a smile on his face.

He was definitely gonna see her again.

[maddogofshimano]

Yuki 2006 Character Story

an extremely belated 1,000 follower giveaway for @linz33y​ !! you have been so kind and patient about this, especially since I announced that way back in august of last year, so thank you so so so sooo much

Warnings: Brief mentions of non-consensual groping and one threat of sexual violence. Nothing out of line with the games, but I always like to give a warning when I can

Summary: Yuki has been running Four Shine as best she can, but often finds herself getting into mishaps. When she finds out her father is gravely ill, she decides that she needs to prove to him that she’ll be fine on her own...

After Four Shine had won the Cabaret Grand Prix and become a popular club... The temporary manager Kiryu left Sotenbori, and the owner Yuki and manager Youda have been working in tandem to run the club.

Sotenbori Four Shine

Waiter: Table 2 has requested Kirara-san! Table 4 is waiting on a towel!

[a shot of the club interior with people talking as business progresses like usual] Yuki: Whew.... today's been even busier than usual...

Yuki: ...Huh? Koyuki-chan, you don't look so good. Are you feeling okay?

Koyuki: ...I didn't get much sleep yesterday. But I'm okay. We're a little short-staffed today so I'll still do my best. Yuki: Absolutely not! What if you get sick! Go home right now and take it easy! Koyuki: But table 5... Yuki: But nothing! I'll get someone to fill in for you, so you just leave it to me! Koyuki: I.... I understand. But, as soon as I'm back and feeling better I want to work. [she leaves] Yuki: Seriously... that Koyuki-chan's a real trooper.

Waiter: Yuki-san, where's Koyuki-san at? The customer at table 5 have been waiting a while for someone... Yuki: Eh!? Mr. Table 5!? So that's what I was forgetting... Koyuki-chan just took the day off. S-So what do we... Waiter: If Koyuki-san isn't available... they'll just have to wait a while longer, then maybe AIKA-san would work. Yuki: I-I see! Sorry, please do that...! I'll go apologize to the customer later...! [he leaves] Yuki: Haa... I told her I would handle things, but I totally forgot... I really screwed up on this one... Hostess Erika: Ughh... Yuki-san...

Yuki: What!? Wh-What are you doing Erika-chan. Aren't you off today...? Erika: I... got dumped by my boyfriend... I'm sad and lonely... so I came here... Yuki: Wow... Don't cry Erika-chan. I'm sure you'll find a better boyfriend. Yuki: And life without a boyfriend can be surprisingly fun! I can play online games by myself at home for ages! Erika: ...H-How do I put this, Yuki-san, is that really okay with you? You're 39 years old, you don't have a boyfriend, and you're obsessed with online games...

Yuki: Eh!? M-Me...? D-Do you really think it's that bad...? Erika: Well, everyone's unique, but... you're still 39 years old. ...I know, how about I introduce you to a guy who likes older women!? Yuki: H-How about we stop talking about how old I am... I'm getting depressed. B-But... it looks like you've really perked up, Erika-chan. Yuki: ...Wah!! Look at the time! I needed to talk to Youda-san about the shifts! <she goes outside> Yuki: Ah, I'm here I'm here... but, it looks like he's in the middle of a phone call?

Youda: ...I would love to go to an amusement park with my family, but Fridays are busy at the club and I can't take them off. 

Youda: But if there's another day that fits everyone's schedule we could do it then instead... Ah, that's too bad. Yuki: Youda-san. Were you talking about next Friday? Go have fun with your family, please take the day off! Youda: Eh!? Ah, Yuki-chan. No no, it's really not a big deal... Yuki: It's fine. I'll manage for a day, somehow. Please have lots of fun with your family! Youda: ...Thank you, Yuki-chan. I'll be relying on you. <back inside the club> Yuki: ....Ah, careful, careful! I need to make a note about the schedule change for Youda-san before I forget... Yuki: On that day Takada-kun is also out... Well, he did say he was going on a date with his girlfriend, so I gave him the day off. (tl note: name is 高田 which could also be Kouda, Takata, Takayasu, etc but is most commonly Takada) Yuki: What's this? Shiroda-kun also decided to take the day off. So that means... we'll have zero waiters that day!? (tl note: 城田 coudl be Shirota, Ikuta, Kita, Jouda, and a million others. of note that Youda's name is 陽田, does four shine only hire men with -田 names...?) Yuki: I've really done it now... can I even turn this around without Youda-san... but I couldn't ask him to work now... Youda: Ah, Yuki-chan. I really owe you for next Friday. Thanks to you, my wife and daughter are thrilled. Yuki: I-Is that so... that's great, obviously... haha... <Yuki's phone rings, and she answers it> Yuki: ...Hello? You're a coworker of my father's? ....Eh? My dad collapsed and went to the hospital!? Yuki: Wh... What do I... what should I... Youda: Stop asking what to do and get going! Leave the club to me... hurry! Yuki: ....Yeah. Youda-san, thank you so much. I'm sorry for this, please, take care of the club! <she leaves> Yuki: Wahh! I-I'm sorry... I'm in a hurry...

Rough Man: Oi, oi... that really hurt, lady... Rough Man: Oww owww, the place where you hit me... the bones must have broken. You better pay for all~ the treatment this is gonna need. Yuki: I-It's broken!? Are you okay!? ???: What kinda man would get his bone broken just cause he got bumped into by a girl~? Rough Man: Haw? What the hell? Majima: Heeheehee~! You're awful belligerent for someone so fragile! Are ya some kinda masochist lookin' for pain?

Yuki: M-Majima-san! Majima: Heyyy Yuki-chan. I happened to be in the neighborhood so I figured I'd stop by... Seems like yer in the middle of somethin' though! Majima: I'll take care of this delicate lil fella. Then I can finish what I set out to do. Yuki: Th-Thank you so much... Now if you'll excuse me. About the treatments... I'll pay for them later! <she leaves> Rough Man: ...That woman just ran off on her own. You'll be paying for my treatment in her stead, won't you? Majima: Nobody's payin' for shit, dumb ass. Yuki-chan ain't an idiot, she's not gonna believe ya broke yer arm just from that.

Rough Man: It'd be better if you just paid up nicely. If you don't I'll make you pay for your own medical bills as well!! <they fight, and we cut to the hospital> Yuki: Haa... Haa.... My father's hospital room... here it is... ???: Is it... really that bad...? Yuki: ...!? Yuki's Father: ...Doctor. Please don't tell my daughter about this. I don't... want her to know.

Yuki's Father: By the way, how much longer do I have...? Doctor: ...I'd say about a month. Yuki: (A month...!? My father only has a month left to live!?) Yuki: (So that means... in order to stop me from being sad... my father is hiding his illness from me) Doctor: Now if you'll excuse me. <he leaves, and Yuki enters the room> Yuki: D-Dad... are you okay? I heard you collapsed, but... Yuki's Father: Oh, Yuki... you came to see me. Honestly, it's nothing serious... I'm sorry for worrying you. Yuki: ...I see. That's good.

Yuki: (He's lying... In truth it's some kind of major illness) Yuki: (But... it's a lie for my sake... I can't call him out on that sort of thing...) Yuki's Father: It is. I'm gl- augh!! Yuki: !? Yuki's Father: Oh, sorry to startle you. I-I just had a big hiccup, hahaha. Yuki: (...More lies. Clearly the illness is eating away at him... His body is falling apart... and he's enduring the pain of his inevitable death...) Yuki: Dad... I need to use the bathroom real quick. <she leaves> Yuki: Uugh... I can't cry. Not when my dad's trying so hard to keep this illness hidden from me. Yuki's Father: ...Haa. It seems like Yuki's alright. Yuki: ...! Yuki's Father: I can't help myself. The one thing I'm worried about is what will happen to that kid. Yuki: My dad... he's worried about leaving me on my own. Because I'm not dependable enough... Yuki: At this rate... my father will carry that worry to his grave... I can't let that happen! Yuki: I have to show him that I can stand on my own two feet... I can at least give him that peace of mind! <she returns to the room> Yuki's Father: So, Yuki... Is business going well? Yuki: It's not just going well! It's going so well that I'm thinking about opening a bigger club! Yuki's Father: Oh, that's good to hear. Are you sure your clumsiness hasn't been causing problems for the club? Yuki: Uhh... Now that you mention it, today I... Yuki: (I can't... I need to reassure him! I can't let it slip that I'm a clumsy, useless owner!) Yuki: Had no problems at all... I'm not like the old Yuki anymore, you know? Now I'm called a celebrity owner. Yuki: Everyone in the club is totally relying on me! That's why I've been so busy lately! Yuki's Father: Is see... Yuki has grown up wonderfully. Yuki's Father: That settles it. Is it alright if I visit your club tomorrow? I want to see how the celebrity owner works. Yuki: Eh!? Come see me work!? But, your condition is... Yuki's Father: I'll talk with the doctor about it. I won't be an obstacle to your work, so is it okay? Yuki: M-Mhm. Of course. I-I-I... I'll show you how a celebrity owner operates. <at Four Shine> Yuki: Hnn! Everyone, wh-what are we gonna do~!!

Koyuki: Celebrity owner is pretty big shoes to fill... Youda: And your dad's going to be here tomorrow. There's no time to grow into one... Majima: Hehehe, we'll just have to use our own skills to make Yuki-chan look like a real celebrity! Yuki: You're helping me too, Majima-san!? Thank you! Youda: Making the unreliable Yuki-chan into a celebrity owner, huh... That's pretty difficult to do, but we don't have any other options. Koyuki: If it's for Yuki-san's sake... there's no challenge I won't overcome! Majima: Alright! If we all work hard we can make clumsy, stupid, idiot Yuki-chan look like a celebrity!! Koyuki and Youda: Yeah!! Yuki: What the hell... Don't say such mean things about me so nonchalantly... <the next day> Yuki's Father: Pardon the intrusion. Oh, it's my first time seeing this place but it's good and lively.

Yuki: Fufu, of course it is when it's a club run by a celebrity owner like me. Yuki: I've already told everyone you would be here, so you're free to tour around as you'd like. Yuki's Father: Ahh, I'll see you working hard. I'll have to be careful not to get in the way of everyone else, too. Majima: ...Alright, Youda-san. Let's start this operation. We're countin' on ya. (tl note: very funny to have Majima in his default outfit for this. don't worry about the shirtless guy in snakeskin dad. it's fine. everything's fine.)

Youda: Leave it to me! Youda: Owner! I would like to discuss this month's sales with you. Yuki's Father: Oh, Yuki's been called on so quickly... Do your best. I'll be watching closely. Youda: Compared to last month, weekend sales are down by 10% and I'm not sure what to do about it... Yuki: I see... Even though last month was particularly busy, that decrease needs to be addressed immediately. Youda: (...Nice work, Yuki-chan. Just like I told you. Now keep going and tell me the countermeasures...) Youda: (That'll make your father believe you're a savvy business owner who makes good decisions.) Youda: (We named it the "Spot On Business Decision!" strategy! Yuki-chan, keep going just like I taught you!) Yuki: The seats are almost always full past 7pm... Yuki: We need more customers to come earlier in the day... Umm... this needs a "sensitive". Youda: (!? That's not right Yuki-chan! It's an "incentive"! Being delicate doesn't make sense here!) Yuki: Also we need to reduce labor costs... we need a "cosmo cut". Please look into items that can be purchased in bulk. Youda: (Yuki-chan! I told you it's a "cost cut"! Isn't Cosmo Cut some kind of super move...!) Yuki: I'll have to do that later. I need to call my bank. I'll be right back. <she walks away> Yuki's Father: ...Sensitive? Cosmo Cut? Youda: (Th-This is bad! He's getting suspicious! If this keeps up he'll know she's a rotten owner... I got it!) Youda: Ah, you might not be aware of those. They're technical jargon used by night clubs. Yuki's Father: Ohh, so that's what that was. Youda: Yes. "Sensitive" is where customer's are handled delicately, which increases customer satisfaction and encourages them to visit again. Youda: "Cosmo cut" is buying things at a scale on par with the cosmos. It's a method of cost cutting. Yuki's Father: I see! I thought I had misheard Yuki. I've learned something new. Thank you. Youda: (Whew~... I did it. Somehow we're still okay...) Yuki: Fufufu. How was that, Majima-san? I completed the mission perfectly.

Majima: Yuki-chan, ya didn't even realize how much ya bungled it... Ya better thank Youda-han later. Yuki: Eh!? Wh-What did I bungle!? Majima: Don't panic. Youda-han took care of it all. Majima: Next up is the "Resolving the Staff's Woes!" strategy, which I hear ya do well with anyways, so you'll be fine. Hang in there. Koyuki: Yuki-san. I've got something I need to talk with you about... is now a good time? Yuki's Father: Oh, a staff issue. I'll be listening in, if that's alright? Koyuki: ...Yes. That's alright. Anything for our celebrity owner's beloved father. Yuki's Father: Thank you! I'll be watching closely. Do your best, Yuki~! Yuki: (Don't worry... Koyuki-chan already spoke to me about the advice I need to give.) Yuki: (I already messed up earlier... I can't afford another blunder. As the owner I need to give solid advice.) Koyuki: Lately, I've been getting less requests. What kind of customer service can I provide that will get me more requests? Yuki: I see... So that's... ummm... hmmmm well... so that's......... Yuki: (...I had something good to say, but I can't think of anything!? Wh... What do I do do do do do!!) Yuki's Father: ...Huh? What are you doing, Yuki. If you clam up you won't give any advice... Yuki: (Wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-what do I do what do I do! I can't think of anything! I'm going to ruin all my father's hard work in hiding his illness!)

Koyuki: ....I understand now, Yuki-san. The solution is something I need to find for myself. Yuki: ...Eh!? Koyuki: Just listening blindly to others is no good. It's important to think it through yourself and to practice it! Koyuki: You stayed silent intentionally to get me to realize that. Thank you so much! I'll try even harder! <she leaves> Yuki's Father: I see... It's good to come to your own realizations. You managed to convey that through silence... You've really matured, Yuki. Yuki: O-Of course! There are some things that are better conveyed without putting them into words... Yuki: (Thank goodness... Thanks to Koyuki-chan's quick thinking, she was able to cover for me.) Yuki: (Next up... Majima-san's friend gets unruly and I stop him in the "Troublesome Customers Are Also Not Allowed!" strategy, but...) Yuki: (I wonder what sort of person Nishida-san is, since he'll be playing the unruly guest.) Majima: Well, time to signal to Nishida and company now... hm? Waiter: Sorry, Majima-san. There's some chinpira outside the club saying "bring me the guy with the techno cut and eyepatch."

Majima: Haaa~, it's tough bein' so popular. ...I'll just have to give the signal to Nishida when I get back. <Majima goes outside the club and it's Mr. Bump n Scam from before> Rough Man: I thought I saw someone who looked like you go in, guess I was right. Majima: ...Hey, ain'tcha that guy from yesterday? Did ya want to get your bones broken for real this time?

Rough Man: You're way too lax, you eyepatch'd bastard! I brought some friends to the fight today! Rough Man: We'll kill you and dump you in the Sotenbori river!! <they fight, and we cut to back inside> Gary Buster Holmes: Nishida-san, should we start rampaging?

Nishida: No no! Stop, stop! We have to wait until the boss tells us to. Nishida: But what's taking him so long? We're way past the time we were supposed to start... ???: Don't fuck with me, dumbass!! Nishida: !? Waiter: D-Dear customer, please calm down.

Unruly Customer: I ain't gonna take this! I paid out the ass for this and she's gonna complain I touched her tits a lil!! Unruly Customer: I'll show ya what happens when ya disparage me!! Bring me whoever's in charge!! Gary: Eh...? Is that perhaps a genuine unruly guest? Nishida: I have to stop them... although... knowing the boss, he might have planned something else to surprise us too... Gary: Should we ask the boss? Nishida: Yeah. It'd be a huge problem if we caused any issues for Yuki-san... Nishida: I'm pretty sure I saw him walk out of the club earlier. Let's go look for him! <they leave, Yuki approaches the customer> Unruly Customer: Where's the person in charge!! Yuki: The person in charge is right here! Yuki: I am the owner of the club, Yuki. If you have any complaints, I'm here to listen! Yuki: (...We keep having blunders. Now we have to do this flawlessly to restore our reputation..!) Yuki: (That said... this guy looks a lot scarier than how Majima-san described Nishida-san.) Yuki's Father: That customer... he looks like a yakuza... will Yuki be alright? Youda: She'll be fine. She's a highly-renowned owner, after all. Youda: (I know we're working together on this... but I wonder what sort of person Majima's friend Nishida-san is...) Yuki: (Majima-san trained me on how to fend off this unruly customer... so I'll show my dad how strong and capable I am!) Yuki: (This is the place to show it... My father doesn't have much time left, so I'll ease his worries!) Yuki: This is my club! You can't make someone do something they don't want to! If that's an issue, we don't want your money! If you would, please leave! Customer: This chick's the owner? How dare you speak to a customer like that!! Yuki: (What...!? I thought that Nishida-san was trained that when I said "Leave!" he would run away...) Yuki: (Did he not notice because I said it a little differently? I'll say it more bluntly...) Yuki: L... Leave!! Customer: Who the hell are you to be bossin' me around!! I'll beat you senseless!! Yuki: (Ehh...!? He still didn't notice!? This Nishida guy's a real airhead...) Yuki: (Maybe he only understands Kansai accents? ...Alright!) Yuki: G-Git gone! (tl note: her accent is very bad) Customer: ...Haw? Yuki: Eh? Was that not right? Is it... mosey on outta here!! ...Still no good? How about, ain't it 'bout time to skedaddle! Customer: What the fuck is this! Stop fuckin' around!! Take this seriously, ya dumbass!! <he smacks the table> Yuki: (It's not the Kansai accent either...!? I-I don't know what it is then!) Yuki: N... Nishida-san... I already said the words that are supposed to drive you off. When I say something next, please run away. Customer: What the hell are ya whisperin' about!? And who the hell's Nishida? I'm Kawano!! (tl note: 川野) Yuki: K-Kawano-san!? Customer: As surely as that lady's a lady and the owner is the owner!! Customer: I was havin' a good time, then you went and made a scene over me bein' a lil handsy! Customer: I'm a payin' customer! Ya made me feel like shit, how're ya gonna make it up to me!? Yuki: (Th... This is totally different than what Majima-san said... Is this person, are they actually...) Yuki: (Th-They're a genuine unruly customer!?) <outside, Majima finishes dropping Mr. Bump n Scam> Majima: Dang, he was pretty stubborn... hm? <Nishida and Gary run out> Nishida: Boss! We need to talk for a sec... ugh! <Nishida is smacked to the ground by a man with a lead pipe> Gary: Nishida-san! Ally of the Rough Man: Let's start with one of your pals, then... You bastard, don't think you or your friends are getting off of this scot free! Majima: ...So I still got some allies, huh. And here I thought I'd be fightin' solo. Majima: However... that was downright pathetic, Nishida. What good are ya if ya can't dodge somethin' like that? Nishida: Sorry, boss... owww... Majima: I'm gonna show ya somethin' real special. I'll teach ya exactly how to handle that kind of bastard! <back inside> Customer: Hehe, finally I get to see your excellent frightened face. Well, hurry up 'n apologize sincerely. Yuki: A-Apologize...? Customer: To apologize for spoilin' my fun, you, the lady, and the waiter should all get down on the floor and grovel. Customer: You'll have to pay me too. It's reparations. After that, I'll consider forgivin' ya a bit. Yuki: Th-That's... Customer: I don't wanna hear it! Hurry and get that lady and waiter!! Yuki: Hh... B-But... Customer: But nothin'!! Do ya want me to kill ya!!!! Yuki: Eek! P-Please don't kill me! Customer: Heh, what a miserable woman. If ya don't wanna die, go get that lady and waiter and pay up! Customer: I'm gonna beat that waiter's face in till he's unrecognizable. I'm takin' that hostess with me to a hotel and makin' sure she gets properly punished, too. Yuki: ...! I......... I can't allow that. Customer: ...Ah? Yuki: I have to do everything I can to protect my staff... that's my job... as the owner... Customer: Haww!? I'm gonna fuckin' kill ya!! Yuki: I-I'm sorry you weren't satisfied with the service. But the girls working at this club are serious about it. Yuki: If you do things the girls hate... and if you get complaints lodged against you, then we don't want you to come here anymore. Yuki: I'll cover today's visit... so please go home. And don't come back again. Customer: Please don't come back again? Is that any way to treat yer customers!!!! Customer: ...What the hell do you all think you're doin'. <Youda, Koyuki, and a hostess get between Yuki and the customer> Youda: ...Apparently, you're not the person who was trained. As floor manager, I can't allow any more hostility!

Yuki: Youda-san... Erika-chan... Koyuki-chan...! Yuki: He's dangerous! Stay back! Don't get hurt for the sake of a worthless owner like me! Youda: ...You changed the shifts around so that I could go to an amusement park with my family, right? Consider this my way of returning the favor. Koyuki: Yes! I owe you a lot too, you're always looking out for me and worrying after my health! Hostess Erika: Me too! When my boyfriend broke up with me you comforted me, and you're always so nice!! Yuki: E-Everyone... Customer: This whole club is pissin' me off... I'm bein' treated like a villain. If ya keep this up I'm gonna kill every last one of ya! <they fight> Customer: Ha... haa... You're all cowards... it takes 4 of ya... to match one of me...

Four Shine Customer A: It's not just 4 people! If this doesn't stop now we'll be your opponents too! 

Customer B: True true!! There's nowhere else as good as here! If you have a problem with this place, leave!! Customer: ...!? Tch, I ain't ever comin' back! <he leaves> Koyuki: ...Yuki-san, are you alright!? Yuki: Y-Yeah... I'm okay. Everyone... thank you so much for helping me. Yuki's Father: ...You did wonderfully, Yuki. Yuki: ...........Yeah... I guess. My clothes got a little dirty so... I'm going to go change them. <she goes into the back> Yuki: Haa... I'm so hopeless... Even at my age, I can only get by with help from others... Yuki: That's why I have to lie about being a "celebrity owner" to reassure my dad... Majima: ...As always yer thinkin' pessimistically~. Me... I don't think that's true. Yuki: Wah! When did you get here, Majima-san!? Majima: ...Yuki-chan, ya did real good out there today. Ya held firm against that genuine unruly customer, didn't ya? Majima: Besides, gettin' helped by others ain't a bad thing. It's all because they hold ya in high regard. Majima: Youda-han, Koyuki-chan, Erika-chan, the other customers, they all put themselves in harms way to help ya. Yuki: M-Majima-san... Majima: Ya don't gotta try to live all by yourself. If ya need help, it's okay to live life that way. Majima: For your dad, I think knowin' ya got lots of people who'll help ya out will put his mind plenty at ease. Majima: ...Even if Yuki-chan's a clumsy, stupid, idiot owner. Yuki: ............ <she goes back out> Yuki: Dad... do you have a minute? ......There's actually something I was to apologize for. Yuki's Father: Eh? Something to apologize for...? Yuki: The truth is... when I said everyone considers me a celebrity owner, that was a lie. Yuki: What you actually saw today was everyone helping me out, because I'm a worthless owner..... Yuki: Dad... I'm really sorry for lying... Yuki's Father: ...I see. I had a feeling that might be the case. But, even if it was a lie, it was nice to see you at work. Yuki's Father: Even if being a celebrity owner was a lie, I know that you are well loved by your friends. Yuki: Dad..... Yuki's Father: Seeing how many good friends you have, it's a weight off my mind. Yuki: Uu... uuu.... Daaaaaaad! Don't dieeeeeeeeeeee!!! Majima: Yuki-chan...

Yuki's Father: ...Die? What are you talking about? Yuki: ...You don't have much time left due to a serious illness. Yuki: At the hospital you told the doctor "please don't tell my daughter about this illness." Yuki's Father: Y-You heard that!? I knew I should have just told you. Yuki's Father: I didn't want to say it, but the issue is... hemorrhoids. Yuki: Hemorrhoids, huh... I knew it would be something terrible like that... wait, hemorrhoids!!?? Majima, Youda, and Koyuki: H... Hemorrhoids...!? Yuki: Hemorrhoids like.. the ones... that you get in your butt? There's not some other serious disease named that, right...? Majima: ...There's no hemorrhoids other than the ass ones. Yuki's Father: Sorry, I was so embarrassed that I passed out from the pain of hemorrhoids... that's why I didn't want Yuki to be told... Yuki: Then, then that means... when the doctor said "a month left" he wasn't talking about your life? Yuki's Father: ...That's how long it takes for hemorrhoids to heal completely. Yuki: Then why did you seem to be in pain sometimes... Yuki's Father: ...That would be pain from the hemorrhoids. Yuki: So when you said "the one thing I'm worried about is what will happen to that kid" you didn't mean you were worried about leaving me alone when you died? Yuki's Father: ...I heard that hemorrhoids are genetic. I was worried you might get bad hemorrhoids. Yuki: Eh... Ehhhhhhhhh!? Yuki: So I just had the totally wrong idea about you not having long to live!? Yuki's Father: S-Seems that way... sorry for the misunderstanding. Yuki: I-I see... Majima: Haa, what a waste of effort. We all got tricked by some damn hemorrhoids. Koyuki: I was on the verge of tears just now... All of that because of some hemorrhoids... Youda: That means that the strategies we frantically devised last night were really... Yuki: Majima-san, Koyuki-chan, Youda-san... this... I-I'm sorryyyy!! Yuki: I-I know! As an apology I'll treat you all to sushi! So... please forgive me! Yuki: Here, I have money in my wallet... huh? Huh!? Yuki: M-My wallet isn't here... wh-where did I drop it? L-Let me look for it real quick! <she leaves> Yuki: Wahhh, it's not here either!! Majima: Heh... seriously, this all has been very Yuki-chan. Yuki's Father: Indeed... Hahaha. Yuki: Where did it gooo my walletttt!!!!

BONUS STUFF: hoooooo my god that one was so long. the video of it was 23 minutes...... most events and character stories are like 10 minutes at most........................... but! it was very fun and worth it. I’ll have two more to put up in the next few days too!! so look forward to those

thank you to the good souls out there uploading vids for events and cards I don’t have easy access to

and here’s Yuki’s other 2006 cards btw!

[hotchfiles]

second. damn your love.

pairing: james x fem!reader.

content warnings: james being kind of an ass, cheating on lily, lily will be probably shit talked (i luv her i'm very sorry !), mistress!reader, uhhh cursing, not totally AU but like... canon divergent i would say. probably hurt/no comfort unless i switch the ending but--

worth mentioning: reader insert with no use of names or “y/n”. paragraphs completely in italic are flashbacks. pro quidditch player!james. muggle born!reader.

word count: 2,2k

chapter 2

      For some reason unknown to you, it hadn't taken James as long as usual to give you any sign that he still remembered your existence after being with you. Surprisingly, on the same day after dropping you off at home and rushing to be with his girlfriend, he sent you a message through his patronus (much too recklessly as you lived in a majorly muggle neighbourhood), apologizing for what had happened.

      Normally, you would believe his words, and then become disappointed. However, after what happened, you didn't believe anything he said, you knew he wasn't sorry and you knew you probably wouldn't be seeing him for a while.

      All you felt like doing was laying down, still feeling completely shaken, disappointed, angry... Betrayed, and it took you a while to stop crying, you couldn't believe how easy it was to manipulate you, two days together and you actually started to think things were changing.

      Ingenuity or just the hard truth: It was easier to let yourself believe it.

      Luckily, or not, you still had your commitment to your responsibilities, if not your pride, you would try to maintain that instead, so the best decision was to get yourself together as best as you could the next day and go to work.

      Even though you lived mostly among muggles, a decision you had made long before graduating Hogwarts, you still ended up in a Ministry job, an obliviator. Not the most glamorous, and a lot of times you thought about getting a muggle job, but years went on and you got comfortable with it. Sometimes being able to forget is the best option there is.

      So got yourself together you did, the best as you could included showing up office ready and giving off the obvious energy that you did not want to be perturbed, especially after taking the tube half an hour later than you normally would, too loud, too full, it was probably one of the few times over the last years you wished you could just apparate in front of the right phone cabin. But an obliviator risking wizarding secrecy would be too much of an hypocrisy.

      You made sure you wouldn't be making any field work, taking the liberty to be shut in your office filling paperwork and crying, as any mature woman would if they were in your shoes: Exhausted from hating yourself because you knew you were an excellent witch, a strong-willed independent woman and still, every time James Potter smiled at you, you felt nothing but weakness.

      And there it was, the weakness as soon as you left the Ministry building and felt his gaze upon you, simply leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, his face completely relaxed.

      Your hands went straight to your eyes, reminding yourself of their appearance, you looked up at the sky for a few seconds and wondered if there was a god, because it didn't matter how much you begged either Merlin or Godric, you still didn't get one single moment of peace.

      "Were you crying?" he asked straight away, without even explaining why he was there. You shook your head denying it and found refuge for eyes on your feet. "You're a terrible liar."

      "I don't think you know me that well anymore," you sighed and tried your best to look at him firmly. "No car today?"

      "I don't indulge on those very often, apparition is still a thing, you know?" You tried your very best not to roll your eyes at the arrogance he displayed, favoring instead the idea that he had the car for the weekend to please you. "You ignored my patronus, I feel like you probably didn't even check your mail, my poor owl working over time for nothing, and you're the only witch I know who doesn't have a bloody fireplace. Kinda got worried that you were mad at me." His lips formed the pout you knew so well, and you had to bite you lips to prevent yourself from smiling.

      "Not having the fireplace goes hand in hand with the anti-apparition charm on my apartment." You shrugged, it was a way to avoid unwanted guests, so he pretended to be the upmost offended by that. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to concentrate on the reasons why you were angry with him. "We need to talk."

      "We can do that in your apartment. Let's talk there." He nodded, and you agreed. It wasn't something to discuss so close to where you worked, for sure. He offered his arm so you would apparate together and you ignored it completely, stretching your arm to the street to get a minicab to stop for you both.

      "I'm not risking magic exposure and being fired because you rarely indulge on cars, Potter." Weirdly enough he doesn't try to convince you otherwise, getting on the backseat with you.

      On the way he told you he had been waiting for you for at least forty minutes, which you weren't sure was even true, but on any other day you would've swooned over, but his true intentions showing up came to light so quickly, you couldn't. James kept touching your thigh with his right hand slowly, teasingly, and a pantsuit was never as helpful as then, because of it you could ignore his touches or at least pretend to ignore it.

      Despite the touches, James maintained a casual conversation with you, talking about trivialities from his day, like forgetting to take his vitamin supplement in the morning and running less that afternoon so he could get home in time to take a shower and pick you up. At least that was the term he used, even though you were in a cab.

      You enjoyed having conversations like that with him, knowing how his day had been and how he felt about the team, the training sessions... It brought a sense of normality, as if you were just an ordinary couple talking about everything or just friends talking about your lives. But at that moment, you couldn't enjoy it the way you normally would due to what still lingered on your mind from the previous night, not to mention the fact that the words coming out of his mouth sounded innocent, but his eyes and hands overflowed with nothing but.

      You felt like you were under torture, the rational part of your brain competing with your emotional part, which was shaken by any touch from James, any scraps of attention. You even felt relief when you arrived at your building, especially because there were other people in the elevator, preventing him from grabbing you there and making you forget everything you so wanted to tell him. But it didn't last long. As soon as you reached your floor, you were grabbed from behind, his hands firm on your waist while his lips roamed your neck.

      "James, we need to talk," you repeated what said before, freeing yourself from his arms and walking towards the door. You unlocked it with a silent charm and left the door open for him to enter next.

      "Talk about what?" You heard the question, but his tone showed no interest in talking. In fact, he pulls you by the arm and pushes you against the nearest wall, trapping you with his arms. you lost your breath for a few seconds due to the proximity. "We can talk later," James whispers in your ear, brushing his lips softly against yours, one of his hands touching your waist under your blouse. You almost lose it, but finds the strength to get out of his embrace and leave to the kitchen.

      "I want to talk about us," you said seriously, resolute in your decision to give him an ultimatum, tired of being the mistress, but you couldn't deny that after his teasing, you just wanted to wrap your legs around his waist and hear him say your name in between moans.

      "Brilliant, let's talk," James begins, slowly moving closer to you. "But we could just go to your room and enjoy our time in a more pleasurable way."

      You feel his hands again grabbing you around the waist, and his lips brushed lightly against your ear as he detailed all the other pleasurable things he could be doing to you.

      You give up, defeated, letting out a grunt and pulling him to you, starting a desperate kiss as he takes off your pantsuit and leads you stumbling back to your bed.

      It was late at night, almost two in the morning, when the noise woke you up, almost frightened as you had no idea what it could be at that time. your first instinct was to obviously grab your wand and go to the living room, ready to disarm or worse if it was an intruder, but you noticed that it someone knocking frantically on your door.

      "Who is it?" you asked loud and clear, assuming it was a stranger trying to pull some kind of scam, you've heard of cases like that happening around the muggle neighbourhoods, the knocking then stopped and you thought you had scared away whoever was there, but you were wrong.

      "It's me…" The voice was familiar, but you doubted it was who the voice reminded you of, so you waited for more before you decided or not to open it. "James." You froze and held you breath, but still denying mentally that it could be him.

      "James? Need to be more specific."

      "Don't remember me anymore?" It was him, surely. James Potter. You hadn't seen him since the turn of the previous year, but truthfully, you hadn't really spoken to him in years, you couldn't even imagine how in hell had he found your address. "Potter."

      "What you doing here?" You open the door, giving him the space he needed to enter and smelling the alcohol invading your apartment. "It's two in the morning."

      "Not sure…" He seemed a bit disoriented, obviously because of the alcohol, but he wasn't about to fall over drunk and you mentally thanked him for that. "Was in a pub having a few, but they closed…Kept thinking about you and here I am."

      A shiver ran through your whole body and you cussed yourself, it was pathetic how he could still cause such a thing so many years after your relationship, after your last kiss, unfortunately you had never really managed to forget him, but instead you hid him deep in your memories, that way you wouldn't have to deal with your true feelings for him when you saw each other at a mutual friend's house or anything of the sort.

      But still, you did to this day found yourself thinking about him at times, but that didn't help you understand why he would be there at such a time, or why he would be thinking about you when in fact the only reason you had left his life was because of him, because if he wasn't such a dick, you might still be in a relationship today, or at least be best friends like you used to be.

      "Know what…" Even though you haven't responded to anything he's said before, he sits down on your sofa awkwardly and you feel completely uncomfortable with the situation, crossing your arms, unable to move more than that. "I'm such a twat." James lets out a weak laugh of discontent. "Letting you go that day… Mum told me what happened, but I still didn't look for you." It was amazing how he could form sentences almost perfectly even though he stank of alcohol miles away.

      "James, what do you want?" you sigh, still not understanding anything that's going on. He simply gets up and walks towards you, making you instinctively move away until you reach the end of the line, one of the walls of the living room. "Potter?"

      "I want things between us to go back to normal." His perfume takes you over as he gets closer, replacing the smell of firewhiskey, and you try not to get dizzy. "Just want you." Panic is your first reaction as his lips come close to yours and you push him away.

      "You have a girlfriend." You look into his eyes, being as serious as possible without showing how tempted you were, making exaggerated gestures with your hands to show him how wrong it was.

      "Shh, forget it, just f'now. I'll fix it, swear I'll fix everything." You soften at his words and sigh, you're probably losing your mind but still you walk towards him with your arms open for a hug and he immediately finds himself taking the chance.

      "Missed you." Your voice nothing but a whisper and James nods in response, stroking your hair.

      The affectionate embrace evolves quickly into a quiet kiss that becomes more and more desperate and before you know it, you're both on the sofa, blending into one.

      You woke up the next day feeling partially satisfied, but guilt consumed you entirely, you had slept with a committed guy, what kind of woman were you? And not only that… What would James and you be from then on?

      "Bloody hell." And there you were, waking up after given in to James' charms again, just like the first time, just like every time after that, it was frustrating how much power he held over you, you couldn't take it anymore, you were done.

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[thefiery-phoenix]

CAGED NIGHTINGALE (YANDERE TIM DRAKE X SINGER READER)

Thank you so much @mariidepp for saving so many of my works, and all of you wonderful folk out there, I really appreciate your help and support during these times. It's time I revive my blog back and be back in business 😎

It's not easy to hide something from Tim in the first place, he's pretty good at uncovering information from any source. You had a passion for music ever since you were a child, you loved singing and playing the keyboard as well. You'd practice relentlessly day in and day out, fine tuning your voice and setting your skills to perfection till you were actually ready to become a professional singer. You finally got your first contract for a movie when you'd auditioned for the singing part. From singing for movies to releasing private albums, your fame was starting to increase. However you weren't doing this for the fame, you genuinely loved doing this. Sure, the schedule could be stressful at times and hectic even, barely even giving you a moment to breathe at times, but you found your comfort and solace in singing and the world of music as your reputation soared in the music industry and had quite the massive following

You were getting ready for a concert today and you were mentally preparing yourself in your dressing room as you took a deep breath and softly hummed to yourself, a warm up exercise for your throat. You made sure to hydrate yourself as well as you heard the door open and your manager entered the room. "You ready to shine out there?" he asked you and you smiled and nodded. You could already feel the excitement and adrenaline rushing through your body, you felt nervous and excited at the same time but you composed yourself and followed your manager backstage. Your manager gave you a supportive thumbs up sign and you smiled at him gratefully, you felt grateful for all his help for making all the arrangements for a concert in Gotham as you went to greet the crowd. "WHAT'S UP GOTHAM, ARE YOU GUYS READY TO HAVE A BLAST TODAY?!" you greeted your fans and you were met with hollers and screeches of excitement from the crowd and you began to sing your songs

Meanwhile Tim was on patrol duty, he had nothing better to do and he was frankly bored, Gotham was usually known for having a history of crime occurring at least twice or thrice in a day bur surprisingly there weren't any reports of attacks today. His nerves couldn't relax though, he felt like something was up and decided to stay vigilant. He was currently on the rooftop of a building when he heard an amplified voice singing through a microphone and Tim stopped looking at his phone to listen carefully to the music. He was listening to you singing and he was mesmerized and immersed in your voice, you sounded like an angel who descended from the heavens above. He simply had to get a closer look at you. He headed towards the stadium quickly and peered from above to see you on the stage, singing and the audience cheering and clapping for you. He could see your face through the screens next to the stage and needless to say, it was literally love at first sight for him

He loved the way your expressions kept altering whenever you sang and changed your pitch from high to low, it just showed that how much you were immersed in the song you were singing. He also loved the way that you were dressed in something comfortable and classy at the same time, your beautiful eyes shining like gemstones. You barely had any makeup on you and yet you looked like an elegant and graceful angel who radiated beauty with your clothes hugging those beautiful curves of your body. Tim completely forgot about patrol duty and didn't even answer when Dick called him, asking him for the usual hourly update because he was so engrossed in your songs. He felt like you were singing solely for him and was regretful that your concert was done so soon. No matter though, he just had to find out more about you and research was something he excelled at

He couldn't forget your music or your face for weeks, he kept humming the tune you'd sang to himself and was often lost in thought about you. After he went back to the manor he immediately began his research about you, you used to be a regular high school student who had a passion for music and you were a Latino too, Argentinean to be specific. Which also led to him researching about the Latino and Argentinean culture because he wanted to impress you the next time he saw you. Somehow or the other, he needed to get your attention. His mind couldn't forget you. For weeks he stalked your social media accounts on various platforms, yes, even the Tumblr blogs as well and even went so far as to reading fanfiction about you online on Wattpad and Tumblr. He had a mixed reaction of the fanfiction about you, part of him was happy and glad that it was there because he could dream about his fantasies with you and he may or may not have written some of his own, imagining how life would be with you. And yet, another part of him was a bit upset and angry that people were thinking such lewd and dirty thoughts about someone so innocent and pure like you, he despised the way people treated you like some sort of object to analyze, you were so much more than that

His obsession for you spiraled out of control. Whenever you'd host a concert, he'd make sure to be at every single one of them without fail, with front row tickets. You'd often seen him at your concerts, he'd be standing at the edge of the stage and you felt familiar with his presence after a few concerts of yours. You really appreciated his dedication. He was also the president of your online fan club and went so far as to purchasing all your merchandise, always keeping up with the latest tabloids and gossip and news featuring you. However he didn't like it whenever you did a collaboration with someone else, what right did they even have to steal the spotlight away from you? They weren't even worthy of looking at you much less even BE in your presence in his opinion. He also despised the rumors about your love life with some random person, it should be HIM who should be your partner. He's followed you so diligently, you were his goddess and he was your loyal worshipper, no one could separate the two of you and he'd make sure that no one would dare to separate the two of you

There were rumors about you dating another singer and when Tim saw the headlines, he almost lost it and started seething. Even though he knew they were just silly and baseless rumors, he couldn't help but feel bad that someone else had dared to steal you away from him. He couldn't just sit by and let that no good scumbag take advantage of your kind and helpful nature. He did what he thought was right and tracked the person down and let's just say, he's in the hospital due to some lowlife criminals attacking him. Gotham was a pretty dangerous place after all, full of crime and deceit. When Bruce managed to secure backstage passes to meet you he almost lost his mind in a frenzy of excitement. He couldn't believe his fortune. He felt like it was the fates gift for him waiting for you so diligently and patiently

However during your next concert when he was lurking around to make sure that nothing happened to you, he noticed that one of the overhead spotlights was lose and it would fall directly on you. Tim couldn't allow that to happen, he would rather burst an artery than let you be in danger. Before you even realized that the light was about to fall on you, Tim managed to save you by pulling you out of harms way with his arm wrapped securely around your waist as you fell on his chest surprised. He felt like he was in one of those over dramatic teenage romance blockbuster films when the male lead saves the female lead. You looked at him with a rather frightened expression on your face, you couldn't see who he was because of his Red Robin mask but you hugged him and thanked him. He felt like he'd just died and gone to heaven, where he was being hugged by you. He had to blink a few times if this was a dream or not

After your concert was done, you invited him to your dressing room and he thanked his lucky stars as he followed you. He revealed his identity to you and when you thanked him again, he felt pride course through his veins. From then on, he not only saw himself as a protector and a guardian for you, he was also there whenever there was an 'attack in progress' involving you. He may or may not have bribed a few people to just look threatening so he could play the good guy and be your knight in shining armor and save you from those goons. What a sweet naive innocent little thing you were, you always fell for his act

What really drove him over the edge was you making the mistake of mentioning that you were in a relationship with someone. You wouldn't disclose the name but he just lost it completely. Of course he doesn't blame you for this, he blames the no good pest who dared to steal you away from him. He knew you wouldn't be safe in a place like Gotham without his protection, can't you see? You NEED him as much as he needs you like a dying man and air. Acting in your best interest, he ended up kidnapping you and all your social media accounts were removed. You were of course angry at him for kidnapping you and but no matter how much you screamed and cried to be set free, he simply wouldn't budge with his decision. Now you can sing your songs only for him and not for anyone else

[starwarsmum]

Chapter 21 of Introducing: Mousinette! Family Dinner

“So, you cleared it all up with daddy bat?” Todd said, stretching for their sparring session. He and Damian were going to be going through some slightly more advanced sparring with Marinette, now that they both knew she had been a hero previously. Damian grunted an affirmative as he went through a few exercises with his katana. “Good, because I really didn't want to try and keep that from him if we're sticking around for family dinner tonight.”

They continued to warm up in near silence, Damian replacing his katana in its scabbard before moving to a treadmill. He had messaged Marinette late that morning, to let her know that he had spoken to his father and check that she still wanted to spar that day. He had been pleased when she had confirmed that as long as she was still welcome in their home, she would be there. 

“Hey lil D, Jay-bird, Mari's here,” Grayson trilled from the doorway, leading a slightly sweaty Marinette into the room. She grinned up at the older man, giving him a quick side hug before coming all of the way into the room. “Do you mind if I join you today? Bruce said we all had to be here for dinner tonight and I'm a little bored.”

“The more the merrier, right Demon?” Todd said, smirking a little. Damian assumed it was because Grayson was the only one in the room who did not know that Marinette could hold her own. He was proved right when he continued with, “You can spar first with Pixie, Dick. Just make sure you don't injure her, or demon brat will have your head.”

“As if I'd hurt her,” Grayson said, sounding offended. “Give me five minutes to change and warm up and I'll be ready.” And then he was off, leaving an amused Marinette, who trotted over to Damian, grinning again.

“Hey,” she said quietly, leaning against his treadmill as he slowed to a stop. It felt more private than it was because the treadmill faced the corner. He could only see Todd if he turned towards him, and he was captivated by Marinette. “So, everything went well last night?”

“That's what he told me,” Todd shouted across to them pointedly, making a lot of noise with the weights he was using. As if they could forget that he was in there. “But that's probably why we're having the family meal tonight, so that we can do a whole thing over it.”

“I'm just glad he didn't feel it necessary to abduct me from my bed,” Marinette said with a giggle, starting up on her own treadmill to keep her blood pumping. She turned to face Jason, jogging backwards as she did so. “Besides, everyone deserves to know, it's not like he can leave a bunch of you in the dark over this.”

“Tt, but he does not have to do it over family dinner,” Damian interjected, sounding as though he was thoroughly annoyed. That particular vein of conversation was cut short by Dick coming back into the room, ready to warm up and spar. Marinette watched him closely as he did a number of surprisingly bendy stretches before launching through a quick trapeze routine.

“Okay, I'm ready to go, lil M,” he said cheerily. “It's your first spar today, so we'll take it easy to begin with - no weapons, tap out and no head punches. That all okay?” He beamed when she nodded and bounded over to the mats.

As they began, Marinette tried to get a feeling for his fighting style. She knew he was athletic, that his flexibility was unmatched by his family and that he wasn't 100% serious about sparring her. He did a couple of feints and jabs, bending out of the way of her own tester shots.

She let it go on for another few minutes before deciding that she would tire before him. She waited until he feinted again, and bounced. Between one breath and the next, she vaulted up and over his arm, grabbing his shirt as she went. As his head snapped up to follow her she gave a smirk and pulled. Then as he stepped forward to keep his balance, she twisted her hips and he flipped over one. 

She stepped on his chest before dropping into an arm bar, pulling it tight against her chest. He wriggled for a few seconds but she applied more pressure and he ended up tapping out pretty quickly. She let him up quickly, flipping onto her own feet just as fast. 

“I really shouldn't be surprised, given that you've been sparring with Jason and dating Dames, but damn Mari,” Dick said, a hint of awe in his voice. Shaking out his limbs, he shot a grin her way. “Wanna go for round 2? Promise I'll try this time.”

Marinette laughed and said she would get back around to him after everyone had a chance to spar. They spent a couple of hours sparring, until Marinette was thoroughly exhausted and even Damian looked worn. Dick grabbed Jason and dragged him towards the exit, saying that they needed to shower before dinner.

“Dude, they spend enough time alone together!” Marinette heard him complain and she giggled breathlessly. She collapsed onto the mats, still giggling lightly, and Damian stood over her with his hands on his hips. 

“Does this mean you do not wish to spar against me any more?” He said, quirking an eyebrow at her. When she didn't make a move to get up, he crouched over her, taking hold of both hands. Once she was sitting up, he stood again, and began bargaining. “If you go and shower now, we will have some free time before dinner and I could show you some of my artwork.”

Marinette scrambled up and out of the room so quickly she barely heard his bark of laughter before the door shut behind her.

_ _ _

“...and this piece is one I am working on for Pennyworth,” Damian said softly, revealing an easel with an in-progress painting of Damian and his pets, Alfred the Cat, Titus and Batcow. She could see a line of reference photos and was impressed with the level of detail already showing. “If I continue to work on it at my current rate, it should be complete by December.”

“It's amazing, Damian,” Marinette said in an equally soft voice. “I know Alfred will love it, it's already incredible. And I imagine anything you set your mind to wouldn't dare be incomplete by your schedule.”

“You must think yourself highly amusing,” he replied, voice dry but a smile on his face. She rolled her eyes and pulled him in for a short kiss, but the moment their lips touched his arm snaked around her waist and held her close. She was out of breath when she finally pulled away and he pulled her against his chest. “I am glad you think them adequate, it is nice to get another artist's view.”

Marinette didn't say anything, humming contentedly against him. His fingers were making idle loops on her back again, making her skin buzz pleasantly. She was disgruntled when a knock sounded on the door, followed by Jason's mocking voice.

“I hope you two have your clothes on, because dinner's ready! Demon Spawn, B says if your girlfriend's staying, he wants you to put her between you and him, so better go claim your seats.” They could hear his footsteps recede from the door quickly, and Marinette reluctantly drew away from Damian.

“Will it make things better or worse if I stay for dinner?” She asked, watching him closely. When he hesitated, she put her hand against his cheek, trying to look into his eyes. “Hey, it's okay. If you're worried I'll be offended about having to go home, I'm not. And if you want me here but don't want to subject me to an inquisition, I'm fine. I wouldn't be here if I didn't think I could handle it.”

“If you are sure,” he said slowly, holding her hand against his cheek. “Then I would prefer to have you with me, to make sure I do not share what I should not, nor keep quiet what you are willing for me to share. In addition, it means I am able to spend more time with you.”

“You're so sappy,” she laughed, allowing him to pull her out of the room and to the dining room. She sat down in the seat he pulled out for her and said hello to everyone already present. She had assumed that Bruce would already be seated to watch her closely, but his seat was the last one to be taken. “Good evening, Mr Wayne.”

“Miss Dupain-Cheng,” he replied, smiling. She wouldn't swear to it, but there was a vapid edge to his smile that she was sure was fabricated. Knowing Damian, she would have found it difficult to believe his father was as air-headed as she had assumed from all of the press that surrounded him. “It's a pleasure to see you again, how're you finding Gotham now that you live here?”

“It gets better everyday,” she said sincerely, glancing at Damian and beaming. “The people here are a lot more welcoming than I thought they would be. Plus, it's nice to hang out with Babs in person instead of behind a screen.”

“Agreed!” The redhead piped up from her own seat. “But if I'd known you were going to ditch me for Damian, I'm not sure I would've introduced you to everyone,” she continued, and Marinette thought that she was at least partly joking. 

“Aw, come on Babs, Mari would've met Lil D no matter what,” Dick chided, frowning at her slightly. “Besides, I'm more concerned that she gets on with Jay and Timmy. At least Dames models healthy choices instead of chugging an unholy amount of caffeine, or eating out all the time.”

“Screw you, Dickie-bird, we don't all have time to make dinner!” Everyone laughed at that, putting Marinette more at ease. Alfred stepped in at that point, bringing dinner to the table for them. Both Dick and Damian leapt up to help carry food, so Marinette stayed seated. Everything was served quickly, and she focused on not having a clumsy moment. “So, B, why the family meal?”

“Perhaps Damian and Miss Dupain-Cheng would like to explain in more detail?” Bruce said evenly, turning to them. She thought she could see a sharpness in his eyes that had been more hidden before. She smiled at him briefly before turning to face the rest of the family.

“Tt, father is alluding to the fact that Marinette is aware of our other activities,” Damian said brusquely. “She is here as an attempt to be open with any questions you may have.”

“Wait, what?” Came Barbara's voice, hissing out between her teeth. When Marinette cringed and looked at her, she looked extremely angry. “Damian Wayne, what did you do?”

“Tt, it is not as though anyone at this table can have an issue with Marinette finding out, given the track records,” Damian said, glaring back at Barbara. Marinette put a hand on his arm, trying to help him reel back his irritation. “Marinette, as you know, is exceptionally clever, she has spent enough time with both of my personas to see that they are the same person.”

“Yeah, and she'd only met me in suit once or twice and she worked me out,” Jason chimed in, looking extremely unbothered by anything. When everyone swung around to stare at him, he shrugged. “What? There are worse people than a retired superhero to find out our family secret.”

The table exploded with questions, Barbara looking stunned. It took several long minutes to calm everyone down, although Marinette noticed that Steph had continued eating normally. Tim was the one who finally managed to get quiet at the table by letting loose an earsplitting whistle. 

“Listen, I am way too tired for this bullshit. Marinette, is this going to change your work with Wayne Enterprises?” Tim said loudly, staring at her until she shook her head. “Fine, I have no other questions, concerns or reserves. Damian, don't screw this up, I will never forgive you if you are the reason MDC stops working with us.”

“Tim! You can't just-” “Brilliant, B, are we done here then? Because I-” “I do not know why I bother to share things when-” “If you're so sleep deprived you can't take this seriously-” 

“Enough,” Bruce said, exuding a tired energy that Marinette immediately recognised. He was holding the bridge of his nose, eyes shut tight. He took a deep breath before starting again. “Clearly I didn't know everything, as I wasn't aware that Jason knew. Does Cass know she was worked out too?”

“No,” came Cass’s soft voice, and she looked slightly alarmed. She glanced at Marinette, taking in her tense shoulders, the lip she was chewing on and the tight way she held Damian’s hand. 

“I'm so sorry,” Marinette blurted out, looking directly at Cass. “I wasn't trying to figure you out, we were just discussing our favourite vigilantes and I-”

“Batgirl is your favourite?” Came Barbara's shocked, and Jason's indignant voices. Marinette's eyes flickered to them next, face turning not-so-slowly red. Jason grumbled, turning a frown her way. “I can't believe I helped Demon Spawn date you when you don't even think I'm your favourite vigilante! What'd Cass do, rescue you from a burning building?”

“Oh my God, you're being such a baby, Jay! Obviously my favourite is Robin, but if I wasn't choosing him, then Batgirl is definitely my next choice,” Marinette said severely. Her cheeks were red, but she carried on. “What's not to like, have you seen her costume? And she's got the whole strong, sexy, silent type thing going on. Don't look at me like that!”

“I was not looking at you any differently than normal,” Damian said, amusement obvious in his tone. “I suppose I am fortunate that I was the one visiting your rooftop this summer, else this could have been a very different meal.”

“Can someone please ask a serious question? Anything, please, to change the subject.”

“Sure thing, what're your thoughts on Spoiler?” Steph said easily, flicking her leftovers at Tim. “I may not have the ‘strong, silent type thing', but I'm very flexible,” she assured Marinette with a wink, promptly bursting out into laughter when Marinette dropped her head into her hands.

“I hate everyone at this table. This is worse than when Jon found out about Multimouse and forced me to answer questions. Or when I found out who Hawkmoth was and had to deal with the fallout with Adrien. If nobody has any real questions, I'm going home.”

“I am sorry, Starling, I will stop teasing you,” Damian murmured, clasping her hand tightly. She grumbled but settled into her seat again. He brushed a kiss to the back of her hand and she smiled at him. “If you truly wish to leave, I will take you home now.”

“You two are sickeningly cute,” Steph remarked, her plate now clear. “But fine, what the heck is a Multimouse? Or a Hawkmoth, for that matter?”

“Oh, um, Multimouse was me, a Parisian sort-of hero. Hawkmoth was the supervillain our heroes defeated years ago, but he used to terrorise citizens by forcing them to do his bidding everytime they got sad or angry.” A silence followed her words, most of the room staring at her.

“Mari, how on earth did none of this come up during any of our conversations?” Barbara queried. Marinette shrugged uneasily, nose scrunching a little. “No, seriously, we've been talking for nearly a year, and it just never came up? I feel like an emotional terrorist should have come up, especially since you were a superhero.”

“Oh, because your moonlighting as Batgirl in your youth came up?” She shot back, eyebrows raised. A short laugh barked out of her at the other woman's surprised expression. “Give me a little credit, Babs, it's pretty obvious who the original Robin was so it's not exactly a leap to work out who's who. This is exactly as ridiculous as Jason being upset that I didn't tell him about Multimouse because, and I'm quoting here, ‘I thought we were friends’.”

“Yeah, well, I didn't think you knew I was Red Hood when I said it,” Jason interjected, looking far too at ease for Marinette's liking. She scowled at him, sticking her tongue out when he smirked at her. “Besides, according to Adrien you were a pretty badass hero.”

“Note that I did not pry into your secrets when I found out, whereas you and Jon were entirely too enthusiastic about grilling me for information,” she retorted, chest going tight at the casual mention of Adrien. It eased slightly when Damian squeezed her hand gently. “Regardless, I am happy to answer any questions you have about my extremely brief time as Multimouse.”

There was a flurry of questions, mostly from Dick about Hawkmoth. Bruce occasionally chimed in, to ask about the other Parisian heroes. Marinette answered everything they asked, careful not to tell any outright lies in case she wanted to tell them about her other alterego some day.

“And you're sure the threat has been completely neutralised?” Bruce said eventually, and Marinette could see Batman in the way his eyes were calculative, searching her micro-expressions for uncertainty. “Is there any way for us to get in touch with Ladybug or Chat Noir, to make sure they don't need any help?”

“I'm sure, and Ladybug and Chat Noir are retired - nobody has seen them in suit for at least two years. It would take something monumental to bring them out of retirement, I think,” she said confidently, keeping hold of his gaze until he nodded. When he did, she smiled again, before trying to end the Q and A. “Was there anything else you wanted to know right now?”

“Would you be a hero again?” Cass said, her words slow, and her gaze fixed firmly to Marinette. “If Ladybug had to come back, would you be a hero?”

Marinette paused, uncomfortably aware that Cass had not asked if she would be Multimouse again. She scrutinised the woman, earning herself a sharp smile and she was positive that the latest Batgirl had her figured out. “If I was needed, there's not a thing in this world that would stop me from taking up my old mantle.”

When dinner eventually ended, nearly everyone dispersed, Jason saying something about patrol. The exceptions were Cass and Damian, who both went with Marinette to collect her bags. Once they were alone, Marinette squinted at the older woman.

“I'll say nothing,” Cass said, a grin on her face. Marinette smiled back at her ruefully, thanking her quietly. “You make Damian happy. You are like a sister now.” And then she left without saying goodbye, leaving Marinette to blush and stammer.

“She is right, you do make me happy,” Damian said, drawing her into his arms. She blushed even harder, a bright smile on her face as he looked down at her. “And I am glad you stayed, even though it was a difficult meal and conversation.”

“Thank you for trusting me enough to include me in the conversation,” she replied, pressing herself tightly against him. Then she sighed and pulled away, grabbing her bags as she did so. “Anyway, I'd better head home. Walk me out?”

“Tt, as if I would let you go home alone when I can drive you myself.”

[kgirlgroup-stan]

Tired

angst, male reader

Luda POV

Being an idol wasnt easy when dating. Most people just wanted a part of the fame. Surprisingly, i met this guy online and he made me feel special. The way he was making me feel made it seem like he saw me as a person. 

His charm made it impossible for me not to fall for him like crazy and soon, really soon, He once told me that if i moved in with him we would be able to spend more time together. I couldnt be more happy with the idea so i agreed, the process was a bit of a hastle but nevertheless I made it happen.

The first few months of living with him were great, but something changed where things werent anymore. I had spoken to my unnies about how i felt and what was going on here at home. They always told me to talk to him or to just leave. But when i go to him to either talk about my feeling or about me wanting to leave, he has this way of reassuring me. I cant help but stay,

Today, i was waiting for y/n to come home. It was 1:32AM and i was sitting down in the living room. One of my members, Exy, told me that since he has been coming home late recently that i should make sure he wasnt lying.

My members dont really like him nor trust him, but they dont know him like i do. I trust him.

Lost in my own thoughts i heard a click. I turned my head to the door to be met with y/n's eyes.

"Hey, what are you doing up?" Y/N put his coat up and took off his shoes

"I...uh...I was waiting for you." I stood up rubbing my arm with the other, looking at him nervously.

"Oh, well you shouldn't have, go to sleep already." he glanced at me before trying to walk past me

"W-where were you?" I looked down.

"What do you mean I was at work?" He turned to face me.

"But these last few days you've been coming home later than usual..."I looked up to met his eyes "So i uh i called your offices to check up on you and they said you always leave at 9, that you werent there." I wrapped myself in my own arms" b-but you get home this late."

"you fuckin called my office?! What the fuck is wrong with you?" he came closer to me with every word. All i could do is look down. "dont ever do that again?! okay?! What are you ungrateful? Im working for us, for our future? Fuck Luda! Now look what you did, you have me all stressed out now." I was shaking as i took everthing in, he was right. This was all my fault then i heard him sigh.

He backed up and rubbed his face with his hands. "im going to bed.

"I-im sorry." I let of a sob

"no no no baby dont cry Luda baby. I'm sorry okay. I've been stressed about work and you. Im sorry okay, i shouldnt have taken it out on you. I just want to make sure your okay, that WE are going to be okay in the future. Okay, i love you." he hugged me and peck my lips.

"Im sorry okay." he wiped my tears and smiled at me,pecking my lips again.

"Okay, I love you too." I smiled up at him then he grabbed my hand as we went to bed.

**Time-Skip**

The next day Y/n was at work again, figuring he was going to be home late, some of my members came to visit. They asked me how the confrontation went and i couldnt help but lie. I couldnt have them hate him even more. I know they dont approve of hime but he means a lot to me. I know he does things that is best for us.

"I don't know Luda, I think he is hiding something." Seola sipped on her coffee

"Also i've been wanting to ask something. Why whenever we plan to do something you both somehow have things to do? Why cant you cancel, not even once" Dawons eyes squinted at me.

"uh well, y/n really plans out these dates and its an issue if I try to cancel." I looked down picking at the fabric of the pillow i had on my lap.

"what do you me-"Soobin was cut off with the sound of the door opening

O-oh, i didnt know we were having people over," y/n walked throught the door with a tight smile on his face. I stood up and quickly made my way to him.

"Hi i didnt think you would be home this early,S-sorry, i just wanted some company." I stood right in front of him, playing with my fingers but looking straight at him.

"Well I came out early because i wanted to do something with you but since your busy I'll find something to do" He looked at me a bit annoyed.

"I'm s-sorry." I looked down, I heard him sigh.

"It's okay, just tell me next time. Ill come back later okay." he gave a kiss on my cheek before walking out the door. I stood there, just staring at the door.

"is everything okay." I heard Exy say, making me jump before turning to face the girls

"y-yeah, I think he forgot s-something." I tried to dismiss their worried looks with a smile and made my way to sit down again.

"SOoooo I was thinkingggg we should do a movie night at our place." Yeoreum said with a wide grin

"Luda???"dawon looked at me expectantly.

Lost in thought, i figured that y/n wasnt even going to get home anytime soon. If i could make it back before he noticed I left everything sould be good.

"Yeah sounds good." WIth a nod and grin from all the girls, we started heading out

**Time-Skip**

Getting back at the dorms felt so refreshings, its been a while since i felt this.....this.....free?

Cozy in the couch with the warmth of the girls around me i didnt notice that we were on our third movie. I only noticed when i constatly felt my phone vibrate making me look at the time and the amount of missed calls and messages from y/n

❤️Y/N❤️

Where are you?

Why aren't you home?

You are with your members aren't you?

I came back with things to suprise you and now its all a waste

Do you think I  fuckin deserve this?

I'm coming to get you.

You better not make a scene.

Im outside 

Oh shit.

"uh umm, i have to go i-its late." I quickly got up, spookingall the girls

"No unnie!! we are in the middle of a movie sit down!!" Dayoung screamed at me.

Just then a knock came from the door. The girls looked at each other. This was bad but all i could do was freeze. Bona got up and went to check who it is.

"y/n??? what are you dong here??" Her confused voice made its way to the living room, making all the girls stand up confused as well. Seola looked up at me, but i still wasnt moving.

"Im here to pick up Luda." he stated with a harsh tone before walking past Bona. He filled my vison with an unreadable expression.

"Come on let's go." he grabbed my hand a bit harsh and started pulling to the door. There was no resistance from me, i just couldnt do anything.

"hey.. HEY DON'T FUCKING GRAB HER LIKE THAT!!!" Eunseo went between us and pulled us apart, pushing Y/N back.

"come Luda let's go." He ignored Eunseo being in his face and called me over with his hand. I could tell that he was holding back since he was in front of my members. He didnt want to cause a scene and i could tell he was getting annoyed.

"Yah!" Why are you coming in here like you havent been treating her like shit?" Exy was now in his face. He took a breath and rolled his eyes, looking at her with a very annoyed face. "like you havent been cheating on her" I looked at him when she said that, all he did was scoff with shaking his head.

"You literally have hickeys all over your neck, they werent there before now where they y/n" Eunseo jumping in. "You guys have no idea what you guys are talking about, this has nothing to do you" he pushed past him while they were still yelling at him.

"baby don't listen to them. You know I love you." He held my cheeks, making me look at him. I couldnt help but start to cry. Overwhelmed with everything going on.

"come on lets come home." he hugged me while petting my head. I was going to giving in until someone pulled him off.

"listen either you leave here willingly and never speak to her again or I call the cops and we handle this a different way." Seola crossed her hands 

"The choice isn't yours!" he raised his voice a bit, staring at her with a glare. He never looked at me that badly before.

"What do you want to do Luda, you know you deserve so much better but we respect you decision and we will always be here for you" Soobin back hugged me, her soft tone helping me relax a bit.

For once there was a moment of silence, the tension was still very high, they were just waiting for my decesion

"I-Im sorry y/n but I w-want you t-to leave." I cried, while looking at him.

"Are you serious, after everything I've ever done for you, your going to throw all that away for these stupid bitches you call friends" he walked to me with anger in his eyes and his fist curled up

Eunseo grapped his shirt and pulled him back, making him stumble a bit"you havent done shit expect make her life a living hell. Now get the fuck out before i call the cops!!"  she was yelling at his face. He stared at her before moving his glare at me. I couldnt help but shrink at his gaze. He looked back at Eunseo, scoffed then turned and left the dorm.

"Look this is the best thing you could have done. He is not good for you." Dayoung hugged me.

"We will stop by to get all your stuff." All the girls came and hugged me.

This moment made me realize that this is what warmth and love is. I didnt realize how tired i was at trying to make that relationship work. But sometimes family and friends are all you ever need in life.

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oh lmao it’s fine! i’m sry for ruining the surprise tho..istg i didn’t mean to.

u can totally make it up by writing some other kind of scenario if u want to, u can choose whatever u want and i mean it! i love the way u writ you’re fantastic 😭✋

Hey Anon,

Absolutely no issue at all! More than happy to even let some more info slip - it'll be called, 'I Don't Dance' and was inspired by the ask that was sent earlier in the week re Adam and Lute dancing at a club. But! Also more than happy to whip up a little scene, so here you are (and thank you for the compliment, too!). Enjoy! PS - @a-dose-of-comatose gave me the prompt for this because I couldn't think of one, but I've deviated slightly 😂 sorryyyyyy

Touching back down in Heaven after an Extermination was a sensation that Lute would never grow tired of.

Sure, ramming her sword through the throats of the shitbags that littered the streets of Hell was satisfying, and perhaps the gratification she got from seeing their insides splatter against the pavement was a little…much, but nothing beat flying back through that portal and setting foot on Holy land, where she belonged.

Glancing around at the surrounding Exorcists who had congregated in the barracks showers, she sheathed her sword before placing her hands either side of her helmet and lifted it off her head. She tucked it under her arm and ran a wet, blood-soaked hand through her hair, leaving streaks of red in its wake.

“Hey, great job taking down that loan shark today, Lute!” Layla had already stripped down to her underwear and sports bra, uniform dutifully discarded into the giant hamper that housed all their soiled tunics, gloves and leggings. Some poor fucker – usually one of the newer recruits – would be responsible for sorting through and washing them all over the coming days.

“Thanks,” Lute grinned, bumping her fist against Layla’s outstretched one. “Did you see how fucking desperate he was to get away?”

“Yeah, but you took care of that right away!” Cinnamon laughed as she headed towards the shower cubicles. “That sorry cunt never stood a chance against you!”

Cinnamon was right. No Sinner that dared to lock eyes with Lute ever lived to tell the tale. She made damn sure of that.

“How many did you manage this year, Lieutenant?” a short, brunette Exorcist emerging from the showers asked.

“Two hundred and fifty one, Coco. You?”

“A hundred and three, ma’am.”

“Not a bad effort for your second year. Keep it up. You might crack one-fifty next year.”

Lute glanced down at her watch. Five-thirty. The only downside to returning to Heaven after an Extermination meant that her working day wasn’t over; she and Adam were responsible for filling out all the initial report that needed to be submitted to Sera by midnight that same day. She had half an hour before she needed to be back in the office, ready for their debrief.

Or at least, that’s what she told her sisters-in-arms.

Realising she was still holding her helmet, Lute quickly slipped out of the bathroom to return it to the arsenal. Another unlucky Exorcist would be tasked with cleaning and polishing all of them, before another, more tech-savvy soldier would perform yearly maintenance on them.

It was easy enough to find her helmet’s spot in the armoury. It was in prime position to the very left of the doorway, right beside Adam’s. Surprisingly, his was already racked away; normally he’d take it home with him as he wore it most of the time, even outside of Extermination season. She set it down gently.

“How fucking long did you wanna take, bitch?”

Lute screamed and whirled around; despite knowing exactly who that voice belonged to, it didn’t change the fact that it startled her completely. Adam stood, leaning against one of the walls.

“Sir,” she gasped, holding a hand to her bloodied chest. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Next time, keep your guard up and you won’t have to worry about being scared.” Adam said as he slowly advanced towards her. Lute felt her pulse quicken with each step, until he stopped just short of arms’ reach. She was sure her heart was going to burst through her chest.

“Did anybody follow you here?”

“No,” she breathed, looking up into his face. “They’ve all hit the showers. Nobody suspects a thing. They probably think I’m on my way to do paperwork.”

“Paperwork,” he laughed, snaking a hand around her waist. “Who the fuck does more work after a fucking Extermination?”

“Us, apparently,” she said, standing on her tiptoes to lace her arms around his neck. “I’m not sure if I should be offended that they believe that lie so easily.”

“I’m fucking offended,” Adam said, “you shouldn’t be, considering you love paperwork and all that shit.”

“I do,” Lute agreed, “but there’s only one thing I’m interested in doing post-Extermination.”

“Oh yeah babe, and what’s that? Besides taking a shower, by the way. You fucking reek.”

She smirked and pulled his head down to hers, pausing just long enough so she could whisper, “You”, before kissing him utterly senseless.